Anti-Anxiety - 7 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Anti-Anxiety - 7

Anti-Anxiety - 7

Outta sight! I found them!
Found my priceless glasses
They were right under my nose
Resting on the bridge of nose

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026

Thursday, July 9, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: joy,anxiety
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Anxiety Series. This series is being posted alongside the parallel series, Anti-Anxiety. I'm just trying to stretch my imagination by keeping those creative juices flowing.
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