My Take
DiVoran Lites
Why oh why must every thought
Demand to become a poem
That’s arrogant and demanding.
How can I put down my toothbrush
To write a poem?
How can I stop sweeping the floor
Folding laundry
Cooking supper
Going to the bank?
To write poems, poems, poems
How can I take the time to type them?
So they’ll not be lost?
Do you ever feel like each day is no different from the last? I know many of us have struggled, particularly the past year, with time blurring together. Over the years I’ve heard radio DJs announce celebrations for National Friendship Day, National Ice Cream Day, National Pancake Day, so many National Days it seems like […]
This snippet by Kenelm Digby was included in the November 12 reading in Streams in the Desert. He was an interesting Englishman, floating in and out of favor with Kings. From Britannica: Sir Kenelm Digby, (born July 11, 1603, Gayhurst, Buckinghamshire, England—died June 11, 1665, London), English courtier, philosopher, diplomat, and scientist of the reign […]
Well, you could put in your ear buds that have a microphone and dictate the poems! That way you could poem and do chores at the same time!
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Just wish my mind worked that way. When I was teaching aerobics, I used to do that with any music I heard…what steps can I use with that music??
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