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Another migraine
Decreed confinement in bed —
Angry helplessness —
But when I realized the cause,
Anchovies, I slept deeply.
Poised on the slick edge
Of the steep migrainous slope,
I seek my balance,
Fighting the fierce gravity
Of painful oblivion.
Only this moment
Makes up all we have of life —
Our past made richer,
Our future much more hopeful,
By how well we live in it.
The project too vast
To complete in a mere day,
I hated to start,
So I said, “I’ll drive one nail,”
And in no time, it was done.
To catch the sunriseas ye kin planely see, thay wuz clouds but not much in the way of colors this mornin ...
You must brave dead black darkness
And wait patiently
Through morning’s civil twilight,
Hoping for clouds and colors.
Competing forces
Clashing over trivia
Bring down great empires
Through mere misunderstandings
Of words, intentions, beliefs.
Though buried alive
Underneath heavy brown earth,
I am not afraid:
It is but germination,
My old form becoming new.
Nice pics. I noticed that they seem to be taken from waist level. Do you have the camera strapped to your belt, shoot from the hip, or are you just a short person? I'm always afraid of getting punched when taking pics of unsuspecting people and wonder if your camera is hidden. You might have mentioned this in a previous post but I can't remember now. Hope you are feeling better.as ye mite have notissd, i luv to take pitchers of folks when they aint pozin. ifn they see ye pointin a camra at em, thar lackly to ack out or even to hide thar faces. tiz thar rite, n ifn i bleeve sumbidy dont wont thar pitchet tuck (within reason), then i dont take it.
Put off for a day
Viewing of cherry blossoms,
Basking in warm sun,
Savoring the first fall fruits:
You will still feel winter's wrath.