Control over my day to day life:
I'm anchoring a windmill
tilted at right angles,
I'm pegging sheets and clothing,
fighting weighty tangles
and futile bids for freedom -
moored, they flap and slap
together, held enslaved.
Haughty words can't sap
my strength while I'm in charge;
egos wear a gag.
I'm hanging out my laundry,
raising my own flag.
Agendas won't take over,
swallow, or enclose mine,
I'm in control, empowered,
standing at my clothesline.
GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS
SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
it's all too much- just like every other Feb
It's Wednesday night and I'm
a stuffed potato, couched
in weariness and slouched
in stress-related grime.
The TV drones and even though
I stare half-lidded, work
replays and stirs the murk
of stop-gapped overflow.
GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS
SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE
a stuffed potato, couched
in weariness and slouched
in stress-related grime.
The TV drones and even though
I stare half-lidded, work
replays and stirs the murk
of stop-gapped overflow.
GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS
SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE
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