I am not a wing
but a feather —
I can’t fly, however
all of us together
we can, by rising
do almost anything!
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Common denominator
“We are all, in the course of a lifetime, a half dozen different people, bound together by memories of the same childhood.”
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Sick day
Some days we can only hope
that Death has called in sick.
Two steps forward, one stumble backward
There are two sides to every story. Even my own story. Probably every story I’ve ever told myself.
Quits
If you let go of the things you’re addicted to, your pains will let go of you.
Carpe Diem
Youth is a Budd
Life is a flower
Springs in a Moment
Dyes in an hour.
Time is as Sand
Flesh is as glass
Sand quick is Run
Life soon doth pass.
—Author Unknown—
source: wellcomecollection.org
So tired!
“I have been awfully busy… And it tires me so that generally
—Lewis Carroll, 1879
Binding years
“The knowledge of my years is ever with me, a sort of binding torment, like an armhole that is
—Kate Trimble Sharber, At the Age of Eve, 1911
Seriocomic
I like people who don’t take life too seriously but who do take very seriously the gratitude for being alive.
Play-grounding
i can muster up
some pretty good
grace & elegance
if need be — but
when it comes to
chocolate, crayons
or playful animals
i always become a
bumbling giggling
messy little girl —
Wondering
she was wandering
completely lost —
yet on the path
the whole time
Now, in a Later Spring
Once, long ago, I heard an old man say,
“Two pounds of sorrow is the price you pay
For every pound of bliss.”
But I was young and such a reckoning
Seemed far too steep; now, in a later spring,
I’d gladly offer far, far more than this.
—Alice Mackenzie Swaim, “Now, in a Later Spring,” Crickets Are Crying Autumn, 1960
In effect
guilt, grief, regret
cut deeper than
the dimensions
of the soul itself