 It's been a while since I posted a 'think'. So here's one, a beginning anyway. I wonder what you might add if you were to contribute a stanza? Fingers dipped in setting jam, A mound scooped cup of pink guava, The dizzy buzz of the Blue Banded Bee. - If I could see the scope of my life in tiny joys and micro wonders what difference would it make? The new flung sprouts of sweet-potato, Hard pruned ficus coming back to life, The golden striped wing against the dirt. - These are the mini horizons catching my breath teaching me all about undeserved awe. Birdsong inthe dusking rain, Mudstained toes and tired smiles, Peace on the shoulder of a whispered prayer. - This is grace scattered wide, unseen by masses a life of breathless micro wonders. © Penny Reeve 2026
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The Penny DropsIn high school I used to write what I'd call 'thinks' - little bits of writing about whatever topic or issue I was mulling over at the time. I still write these little pieces. Categories
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