shed of their kleenex robes
ornaments smile
bow and curtsy
in their four-week spotlight
they dance little scenes
of seasons past
and memorize
this year's lines
for next year
and the next and the next
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About Me
- Lisa :-]
- Incredulous semi-centenarian, tilting the hourglass to keep the years from sifting through ever more swiftly… Let’s see, what century is this? Relocated from Chicagoland to the Pacific Northwest twenty years ago, because you don't have to shovel rain. I can’t NOT write. But words that no one reads are like the tree that falls in the woods. And so I’ve pitched a tent on this blogging beach, where I load my messages into little bottles, cork them and heave them into the surf. And wait…
7 comments:
I love the poem, and you tree is gorgeous. I really wish I had your visual sense. Your profile description is wonderful, and so is the new pic. BTW, sometimes posts just take a little while before they show up. I've had people read my posts before I could see them.
Lisa,
It appears to me that most of your problems with pictures are due to a naming conventions conflict. In other words, do NOT use spaces in the name of a picture you wish to upload to Blogger. It has to do with the fact that Windoze and Mac OSX allow spaces, but Unix doesn't, in file names.
I like what you've done with the place.
One trick is to refresh the page and then the entry will show up....
Now, this poem is one that caused me to gasp. Wonderous.
Breathless.
I really like that poem, and I am really fussy about poems. Are you here for good?
Thanks for the tips, guys...
And, yes, Paul...Looks like. Not that I'm not still at "Coming to Terms..." and "Brainsurfing" as well. Until I say my final bye-bye to AOL (when I finish copying off my old journal entries and get hooked up to my DSL line.)
Beautiful!
V
No tree this year!
Florida sucks! I'm off to New England and Philly!
My feelings are real
Inside the Gilded Cage
Dark Side of the Moon
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