What are you
doing, he asked.
I replied,
Sitting in the dark,
Alone,
wishing I
could get rid of
The
blackheads on my forehead,
the tickling
in my ears,
cease
scratching my ankle hives
And eat less
While
solving the ills of the world
Before
sitting in the dark,
Again.
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HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A> Held hands and watched “Sunday Morning. Shopping.
Lunch by Mission Bay watching the heron.
Myself: Got tights and a tiny, fake plant that made
me laugh. Napped instead of sewing.
Reading: Shoes.
Watching: 60 minutes.
Photo: By
Connie Anderson, 1981.
Weather: 80F and high clouds all day.
Gratitude’s: for the inner quiet.
That is a great piece. Love it.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh... This is sad, Mage. I hope tomorrow will be cheerier.
ReplyDeleteI like seeing your ole photos. The image in this header is striking!
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem that goes well with the pic.
ReplyDeleteThat is the perfect picture for this piece.
ReplyDeleteBack in my youth and days of doing acid we easily solved the world's problems. Trouble was, we could never remember the solutions when we came back down.
ReplyDeleteIt's no trouble at all, I'll just sit here in the dark................
ReplyDeleteLovely photo of you. I don't think I've seen this one before. I've just woke from a brief nap here at the computer. Sewed two rows on the quilt this morning and will put another two together before the end of the day. Take care and I'll do the same.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, it's great! Nice picture too.
ReplyDeleteVery thought-provoking -- striking photo accenting the poem.
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