orgami's Diaryland Diary

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on the day

Spring
cold with sunshine
May moving slow
like the liguid
frozen ice to meltwaters

the lake emptied of solvent
the beach reaching far
to the lake

Somewhere in the wind
that sings in the pine
beyond the yards enclosive
fence is a bird
black and ruccous calling

there is a tired sadness
in the air in me today
the dreams full of shadows
of all the yesterdays

all of which I cannot
bring back
nor wish to forget

and the future of all
that is yet unborn

twelve step paraphrase..

there is nothing to do
at part time today
I feel tired anyway
between the back now
and the arm

we coddle our aches
and pains here in our
rich society
)Compared to poorer states(

where broken arm missing arm
one makes ones meals from
labour or smarts on that
sunup to sundown

be it for drinking water a
mile distant or life by
working from the next town

we are lucky to have such
self indulgent aches and
pains

true misery was felt long ago
in the depression of which
my parents whom raised me
lived through

yet so it goes

Ouch*

6:50 a.m. - 2010-05-06

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