CC Bloom Poet Free verse

My Cards

My sister sent them to me.
She means more than
cards, and pretty
illustrations.

I only look at them
when I am ready 
to see positivity 
and opportunity.

Tonight,
I listened to 
“Relaxation Flute”
on repeat 
by Tibetan Mediation Music
on repeat.

It was the only song
I needed, tonight.

I burned incense, 
because it relaxes me
when poverty
hurts.

The oil diffuser is making
me breathe orange, I hope,
and tangerines.

Strength, The Sun,
and a fool
juggling stars.

I am all three.
I leave meaning
to me.
That is privacy.

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Ghairo Daniels February 18, 2026 at 4:10 PM Beautiful imagery & smells, CC. I feel your preparation for reading. Yes, orange goes well with Sun. May the Strength be with you albeit any passing poverty since it’s only passing perception. X. CC Bloom February 18, 2026 at 4:12 PM I am not a poet, or a successful individual. I am happy in life and making the dots connect. That’s a good life. Thank you for taking the time to comment on my modest words. I appreciate you