By this time,
I know the better angels
of my nature*
disagree.
*With thanks to Abraham Lincoln for the metaphor. (image and quote from Lincoln's first inaugural address.)
One Single Impression Prompt: Angels
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
From the place inside my head
I was reminded today
that we are each stuck
inside our own minds
trying desperately
to get out
and connect with other people.*
That is the POINT
of life--to get OUT of our
minds and CONNECT.
This means that we will have
our delicate toes
stepped on
by those who don't realize they are there.
Our hopes will be shattered like
delicate china cups
and the tea they contain
will spill all over
the linoleum floor.
We will cry our own tears
and laugh our own laughter
at how alike we are
and how different
from
those we love.
*Hat tip to John Green for the image.
that we are each stuck
inside our own minds
trying desperately
to get out
and connect with other people.*
That is the POINT
of life--to get OUT of our
minds and CONNECT.
This means that we will have
our delicate toes
stepped on
by those who don't realize they are there.
Our hopes will be shattered like
delicate china cups
and the tea they contain
will spill all over
the linoleum floor.
We will cry our own tears
and laugh our own laughter
at how alike we are
and how different
from
those we love.
*Hat tip to John Green for the image.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Preponderance
Eventually,
there is no longer a preponderance
of money
or time
but of memories
and of love
This week's One Single Impression Prompt: Preponderance
Illusion
The undulating heat waves
rise up from the miles of
ever-increasing black top,creating a wavy wall of illusion,
telling us that we are
detached from our world,
safe in our air conditioned buildings
living our virtual lives
until the heat is gone.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Overt
You notice my feelings,
barely hidden by my mind's
frail denial,
scoop them up
tenderly
and hand them back to me
in your gentle, outstretched hands.
barely hidden by my mind's
frail denial,
scoop them up
tenderly
and hand them back to me
in your gentle, outstretched hands.
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