Have I told you that I was a Commie
Pinko Rat on one of Nixon’s bad
guy
lists. Once so full of my own passions that
I marched in support of
democracy,
now I’m shrunk into a
comfortable chair.
I fuss with my world moving art,
couch, rugs
in my head…in my dreams, until I
find
myself moving pictures hither
and yon
in the sunshine of a quiet
day. I
should be out marching, a sign
in hand for
causes… against the War, for a
carbon
tax, saving the slough, the
ocean, instead
I fade into the stuffed chair of
anonymity
as the long silences grow in my
head.
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- Himself: Work.
- Myself: No pool…it’s closed for cleaning. I won’t do this to you all the time, but here is one of the sad ones I found while looking for the other piece.
- Photo: Mine.
- Reading: The last Brandsetter volume.
- Gratitude’s: For feeling so well today.
Love your prose.
ReplyDeleteGood soldiers need to rest at the end of their work!! That chair looks perfect...except it is white. Where would I go to drink my tea, and coffee, and eat my chocolate?
ReplyDeleteThat''s where I go to eat my chocolate, tea and coffee. lol
DeleteThe cushion needs padding these many years later tho.
Glad you are feeling better today.
ReplyDeleteDealing with it is harder every time.
ReplyDeleteI have an appointment to with a neurologist Monday. I hate losing bits of me.
DeleteThat is a good poem that really expresses the lethargy I've been feeling myself lately...just want to sit and knit...leave me alone....I can't be bothered with anything else. It's terrible isn't it? I need to kick myself in the a@@ and get going.I'll sit for awhile and think about it.
ReplyDeleteYour words are profound Mage. Lots to ponder.
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ReplyDeleteI was never an activist except in my head, but I am still called to the chair as it were.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to your slowing down. I use to show my caring and passion for causes, now I just feel it.
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