
(To unscramble this poem on memory & memoir, click “read more.”) Buds evoking what’s to come,Nudging traces in pool of haze, marking time,Just grazing.Nectar naively taunts the lazy tongue,Seeking shadows bent in silhouette. Faded light to bright the now begun.Mind grasping, gasping for perception In collection.Spike the feast, rattle the gourd,Reckon whorled resurrection. Unknown known as inky marks traverse the run,Find teasing taste of sweet vermouthOr bitter truth.Sometimes I remember to findReason coursing season.The Story Woman asks you to write Mother Memoir by using the seasons of recall to let your memories roll into your unique bio-vignette.








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