All in a Day's Work
Sorting, and typing, and filing;
(One more thing to add to my stack.)
Scanning, and stalling, and smiling;
(I think I need a snack.)
Surfing, and chatting, and dreaming;
(Have I checked my balance yet?)
Distracted and feeling like screaming;
(How obnoxious can she get?)
Imperfect, but learning and growing;
(That really was unkind.)
Creative juices are flowing;
(Guess it's time I get back to the grind.)
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Monday
Think Pink
I have a thought that I
wish were extinct.
A thought that over and over
I think
without ceasing,
or resting,
or pausing to blink –
"If I were a color, I would be pink!"
The Intruder
"How did you enter?" I said to she.
"How did you enter without a key?
Did you climb through a window that I did not see?
Are you listening?
Can you answer?
Were you following me?" She mocked every word
though in silence she stayed;
and her eyes pierced right through me,
but no gesture she made.
She stood like a statue, frozen in time.
Then we laughed together, for I knew her, this mime!
I have a thought that I
wish were extinct.
A thought that over and over
I think
without ceasing,
or resting,
or pausing to blink –
"If I were a color, I would be pink!"
The Intruder
"How did you enter?" I said to she.
"How did you enter without a key?
Did you climb through a window that I did not see?
Are you listening?
Can you answer?
Were you following me?" She mocked every word
though in silence she stayed;
and her eyes pierced right through me,
but no gesture she made.
She stood like a statue, frozen in time.
Then we laughed together, for I knew her, this mime!
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