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Minnesota State Fair Time to harvest the fields To many of us Eating is a pretty big deal For now there is fun Before school has begun So let’s joyfully swing To and fro Many come for the food Some come for the rides Some teens come looking for love I remember those times… Now…
Piano My fingers Are they really mine? Disembodied Not as strong Or limber As they were Well-worn sheet music As familiar As my daily route And yet The surroundings Have changed I start and stop Play Waiting for neurons To remember To click For muscle memory To kick ass The fingers reach And stroke keys…
Fungi Taking advantage Of a weak spot Breaking it down And destroying The very thing it needs
Writing a poem today was a struggle, which may be evident. Usually I just throw out whatever comes into my head, only feeling the need for slight changes. But this one came out awkward, the cadence and message lost. I’m blaming this on the dreariness and demands of the day. All the creatures were feeling…
Can you say OUCH!? After the doctor got done cranking on my arm in every direction feasible this morning and some that weren’t feasible, my shoulder is feeling so much worse than it was. Whine, whine, whine… It’s a rotator cuff issue. Now I have to make an appointment for physical therapy. If that doesn’t…
I was reading Copper Pony’s Cowgirl’s blog and a song by LeAnn Rimes happened to be playing called “What I Cannot Change”. It brought tears to my eyes. Not looking for that reaction from you, but I think it’s a beautiful song. I hope you enjoy it. If you liked the song, I’d suggest also…
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Now that was one cool video!!! Loved the wonderful poem too!
God bless ya and enjoy your evenin’ sweetie!!!
“Increasing teamwork and sharing”…not for everyone!: )
(I have to admit, I had a rough start with this…but I am picking up steam just reading some of the other poems)
Totally cool. I get the picture from your words.
Oh yes, I remember those days, Maery. But didn’t have earphones and an iPOD back then. 🙂
What a beautiful poem about life in the ‘trenches’ (or – should I say ‘cubicle’??). So clever and creative!