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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Semi-strained kind of life.

There are times

When I feel
so tired

That my life
seeps through me

Like tea
through a strainer

With bits of me

Sticking
to the spoon

4 comments:

Peter said...

I love what you can say with so few words.

sam said...

When you start feeling tired and strained, put on those red shoes. Like Dorothy, they will surely transport you to a special place.

Joanna Schmidt said...

I love your poem. Very insightful. How do you know how I feel??

;)

Rambler said...

Hi.
I read your post on Indiblogger.

I read one line
"And to think, this whole time I thought we were on the same page. Turns out, we weren’t even reading the same book."..
have been a huge fan of your writing since..

I come over here and see this poem..
just too good.