Septolet: Fourteen words, seven lines, two parts, same thought
“May I
help you?”
She loved
this job.
“Thank you
for your help.”
Grateful
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Septolet: Fourteen words, seven lines, two parts, same thought
“May I
help you?”
She loved
this job.
“Thank you
for your help.”
Grateful
I want to write a reversal poem — one that can be read forwards and backwards. Tune in tomorrow for that and some blather.

It takes us forever
from Brian Doyle’s poem, The Prison of Shyness
to get out of the prison of ourselves, doesn’t it?
Ohmygoodness-YES!
Peacock
Electric blue
Robin’s Egg Blue
Indigo
Warriors Blue
Iris
Navy
KC Royals Blue
Light blue
Egyptian Blue
Which is your favorite?
Here’s endurance: my daughter negative-split her 500 Free.
She swam each successive lap faster and stronger.
Lord, teach me how to negative-split life.
Sometimes
Friends call you
Simply because they thought of you
And want nothing more
Than to tell you that —
To brighten your day
A situation which one considers to be so wonderful that it’s better than being merely “sweet.” (from UrbanDictionary.com)
I choose the schweet life.
My mother had cancer:
Skin, breast, bladder.
My brother had cancer:
Skin and tonsil.
Humor also runs in the family.
I’d rather that.
There is more besides a fair morning required to make a fair day.
Thomas Fuller
So…. what makes a fair day for you?
Ironic to listen to a book set in deaf culture — however, I saw anew your bravery in going solo to Hutchmoot* 2012
*thatfamouslyhardtodescribecreativeconferenceinNashville