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When I write, I draw on my experiences as a woman with a painful past, a rapturous wife and mother, a world traveler, and a spiritualist. For me, writing is an art form. Like an artist, the work becomes more than I imagined it would be. When I set out to write a story with a particular idea or character in mind, words I cannot claim as my own flow from a magical and mysterious place through me and onto paper. The work takes on a life of its own; it is living art. The process fascinates me, satiates me, and makes my life more meaningful. Please read my stories! If you would like to offer me feedback on my work, please click here and sign up for a free membership: https://heftynicki.Writing.com I hope to see you there!

Greatest, Hands Down

Greatest, Hands Down

Grew up in a wholesome, vanilla town,
Where I was taught to be of open mind.
Simple folk donned not tuxedo nor gown;
Nary a challenging notion opined.
Outspoken as usual, I couldn’t see
Why differences were so hard to find.
Requisite travel to set my soul free
Out of America I soared on iron wings
I explored foreign lands where I could be
A roaming nomad sans coiffure or rings.
I chanced on people red, yellow and brown;
Relished our differences, danced with kings.
Came home to my country, greatest hands down,
Wholesome, chocolate-vanilla swirl town.

This poem was written in the Terza Rima form, which is a three-line stanza using chain rhyme, in this case following the pattern a-b-a, b-c-b, c-d-c, d-a-d, a-a.

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