September 7, 2015, Prescott-
Mild goes the day,
With grilled meats and light rain.
Friends’ hearts beat loudly,
From both near and far.
Some happy, others forlorn,
I treasure all, for none have I scorn.
The wish I have,
To be there for all,
Sits like a chimera,
Fleetingly, atop the wall.
I like your poetry, Gary — haven’t seen much of it! The day here was spent preparing for fumigation, and for installation of new shades in the master bedroom (honeycomb shades, open top down and bottom up!).
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I’ve not written much poetry. It is spontaneous, actually. I like the idea of honeycomb shades, privacy that allows for sufficient light.
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All sorts of things happening now that you are settling in at home in Prescott!!! The other benefit of these new shades will be that I can leave the top open for air flow while gaining privacy through the bottom part! I’ll post a photo when they’re installed!
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OMG Gary! Are you just penning these poems at will? I love this one too! Great use of the word, “chimera.” Cool last line.
Got home and sent in “Word” a “PDF” file of the tutoring journal I helped with today to my private student! Good luck tomorrow at work!
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Thanks, Judy. Yes, I am writing these at the spur of the moment.
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That is a lovely poem.
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Yes, it is a lovely poem.
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Thank you, Angy and Ralph!
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