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The plan was to post tomorrow with photos of my cute new chicks. Alas, the hatchery won’t have two of the birds I ordered until next Thursday so no cute chick photos. You’ll have to settle for fungus. The chick delay is probably good as it allows more time for coop completion. Plus I have…
I hang from a thread Entwined in a web Swinging left to right Reverse again and again Dark to light And light to dark Back and forth Up and down Settling, settling Around and around Hang in the air It will be found You know it’s true As truth can be Root to root And…
Still on the mend – coughing a lot, sleeping little, and totally out of gas. Speaking of gas, how about those prices? And if you need diesel (for the truck) and Premium (for the Mini), it’s really a killer. My raise this year is definitely not going to keep up with increases in gas, coffee…
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where — “A Crazed Girl”, William Butler Yeats Soul in division from itself… I can relate. To return to sanity and wholeness I’m digging in dirt, listening to birdsong, and walking. Ahhhh,…
Today I have a post on Vision and Verb on the magic of words. I hope you’ll check it out.
I’ve been trail riding two gorgeous Saturdays in a row, the first was at Wild River State Park. I’ve wanted to ride at this park for a long time and it was as beautiful as I’d heard. We didn’t know the Wild River trails, so we had to keep checking the maps to figure out…
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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!