DAY 16 : Dignity

The prompt did not stir in my busy day.  I wrote two the day before.  So, here we go:



Do not pat.


Never close to water

that  sun might

sear my Scottish eyes.

Ask to touch.

Do not pat.

Allow me to listen,


Maybe my aura

Is too thin.

I cannot bear a pat

Do you know me?

I must be north—

on the north side.

North windows .

I repeat do not pat.

Allow my hat brim

to shadow my face.

Read me Bobby Burns

With a brogue

and let the cat

do as he will.

No gratuitous clichés.

Allow our conversations

to be deep, swirling,

meandering through


Do not pat

or I shall scream.

~C.J. Prince



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I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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