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The toilet’s fixed
The grasses cut back
The appointment’s made
The snacks are packed.
The taxes aren’t done—
You can’t have it all—
But the trip’s been booked
& the garbage hauled.
The work’s wrapped up
The car’s been serviced
The stoops are painted
& no one’s nervous.
The time got spent
Finally put up the sign
Put the car in reverse
Put aside the divine.
The garden’s weeded
New bulbs on their way
& detoured hearts
Have had their say.
The weight’s been moved
To a straighter line
I might even be
Almost mostly fine.
Still, I had this loss
It’s a mile wide
I’m trying my best
To put it aside.
I’m familiar with hope
I know it well
But do circles close?
I'll let time tell.
♥
kj
spring's not far
ReplyDeletedear kj friend
new buds, new blooms,
help a sad heart mend.
i'm not a poet
not like you my dear,
but you inspired me
to bring some cheer.
(did i understand you kj, did i? oh i hope).
xoxo
Cute, KJ. Mr Ryan is cute too, and does a marvelous job on his hair.
ReplyDeleteIn Quaker tradition, Meetings are silent unless someone feels moved to speak briefly. Occasionally a second person will feel that whatever was just said fits their own thoughts or experience and will say only, "Friend speaks my mind."
ReplyDeleteFriend speaks my mind.
Oh doh I've not done my 2009 tax yet.
ReplyDeleteThe weeds have grown
The lawns unmown
The days are drear
And have no cheer
It's warm and close
I am morose
But Paris plans
Are now in cans
And sadness past
Has gone at last
I wish I could
parle vous
So get on Skype
You silly moo!
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
Sugar is sweet
and so are you.
Ain't I talented?
love your rhymes
The time got spent
ReplyDeleteFinally put up the sign
Put the car in reverse
Put aside the divine.
I like this but personally KJ I'd take the above and reset it as the second to or the last verse.
Doesn't Baino just crack you up?!?!
ReplyDeleteLove all this poetry.
Hang in there, spring is just about ready to break into song.
xoxo
Linda
I read your poem
ReplyDeleteit was quite swift
It gave my heart
a little lift
And if I could
you know I would
grow tufts of moss
to cover your loss
But for now I just hope to convey
That you're dear in my heart in every way
Ahh, kj, your poem was super...and look at all the talent it spawned! I loved reading your post and all the rest of the great poetry. Time for a rhyme, indeed...thank you!
ReplyDeleteKJ, I came to visit and am glad I did. Beautiful words, beautiful. I shall come again, no doubt.
ReplyDelete~Cat
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
I'm schizophrenic
And so am I.
;P
*I mean no disrespect to the ill, honestly.
what a delight your poetry is. cheers my little heart.
ReplyDeletelori my friend
ReplyDeleteif smiles could bend
this message i'd send:
your poem is supend.(ous)
♥
thank you, snow. mr. ryan's hair is currently uneventually short and cute. xo
cs, this touched me. thank you. xoxo
mim, roses are red
violents are blue
do you know who
says BOOHOOHOO?
baino!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! this is awesome. you silly moo? made me laugh and chuckle. you can do this, girl!
mark, you're right, the strongest verse. i should pay you... :)
barbara, aaah, thanks.
tufts of moss....nice!
this doesn't rhyme
unless i say it twice. :)
marion, i awoke to seven comments this morning and laughed my ass off, even before my coffee. ♥
ReplyDeletelinda, if spring
were to sing
i would tap
then clap
(oh dear god....) :)
cat, hello, thanks for coming by. nice to see you here. xo
darling lo, wrong diagnosis i think... :)
soulbrush, cheers your little heart? well, that is quite a compliment! thanks and feel better xoxo
Oh love that line about 'detoured hearts', lovely!
ReplyDeletesag, thank you. i see you've been galivanting with your camera. xoxo
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