I know Amber pretty well, so I say kindly, she didn’t give me a lot to work with. She said she wanted to be inspired and have some words meant for her. Amber asked me to use the word “toes.”

This is the F I N A L poem in this ten poem capsule. (I didn’t realize I closed the portal at ten, but that’s a great number, so I’m happy.) It was my first attempt at Poems For You, and I’m so thankful to anyone that’s read or requested. My brain kinda hurts from this hard work though, so I’ll spend my time now working on articles and my podcast. This is a wonderful poem to end on, because it celebrates the weirdness of being creative, and how things come together in funny ways.

I wish you much weird, creative, funniness in your life.

For: Amber

self, made collage by unsteady hands
requires a sense of humor to see the potential
in loose clippings, paper shreds cracking wise
about how an image comes together
the joke is on wholeness for thinking 
it was more special than its parts
only an artist appreciates the cracks,
giggles at fault lines,
recognizes the glue in places it tries to hide,
can paste an image of a rake in place 
of where toes should be — and why not? 
creation is joy dressed in absurdity,
painted the color topaz and maude,
watercolor strokes run free across the page,
untamed and understanding the lesson of the wild,
scraps have gorgeous use 

From: Maya

THE END