The uninvited visitor
A creeping cloud
Oozing over
An already too-cool sun
A slow sad seduction
Of the defenseless
When mind over matter
Matters not
Smothering serenity
Squandering joy
Feasting on the panic
The dread in your head
Tolerate another day
Waiting with sour held breath
From metallic medicine
That keeps the dark dogs at bay
About Me
The Sublime To The Ridiculous
- I notice people’s shoes
- I read magazines backwards
- Crickets piss me off
- I take off my glasses when I’m really angry
- I snort when I laugh…which makes me laugh…which makes me snort
- My idea of camping is anything less than three stars.
- Freshly sharpened pencils smell good
- Tapered pants should be against the law
- Flannel has it's place
- Herbal tea smells great and tastes like dishwater
- Frosted glass and unfinished pottery make me feel sick to my stomach
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2 comments:
I love the last stanza--tolerate another day. How often do we feel that way? It's powerful and moving. I'm linking you at my blog!
Now THAT'S a compliment!! Thanks, doggy, I appreciate it.
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