Perfect Time At The Pike

Perfect Time At The Pike

Occasionally, things will incessantly nag at me that seemingly don’t make any sense. But who ever said Soul and Spirit were supposed to make sense? So usually, after some time, I just do it and it’s only after doing it that I have the epiphany of realization.

Such is the case with the poem I wrote a few weeks ago entitled Gleaning Soul. The idea kept nagging at me that it was really two poems in one and I needed to split them. So today, I sat down to do that and Perfect Time and At The Pike are what resulted.

I hope you enjoy them! ~Lisa

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