a journey of awareness
Three TagmemicsSevenHeartened by surgery,The house a playpen, I pick atRubble in the carpet, Beside myself with gleeAnd severe hiccups.ThreeHaving mourned the silence,Beard growing, boulders pressDown on the ribcage.The body roiled by weeping,The voice, exhausted.FiveResigned to be honest,Knees broken, shoulders crimpOut from the wheelchairUnder the strict rubricOf an amiable recovery.[Disposable Tagmemic July 23, 2010]Dr, Mike
If an insect crawlsacross my back, I run fora mirror, and strip.A soul at peace is a poolon which reflections glimmer.
One learns from listening. Listening takes less energy than speaking.
Three Tagmemics
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Heartened by surgery,
The house a playpen, I pick at
Rubble in the carpet,
Beside myself with glee
And severe hiccups.
Three
Having mourned the silence,
Beard growing, boulders press
Down on the ribcage.
The body roiled by weeping,
The voice, exhausted.
Five
Resigned to be honest,
Knees broken, shoulders crimp
Out from the wheelchair
Under the strict rubric
Of an amiable recovery.
[Disposable Tagmemic July 23, 2010]
Dr, Mike
If an insect crawls
ReplyDeleteacross my back, I run for
a mirror, and strip.
A soul at peace is a pool
on which reflections glimmer.
One learns from listening.
ReplyDeleteListening takes less energy than speaking.