Okay, I'm WAY behind in posting and I have to dig up all the torn out spiral notebook pages, journal entries, and miscellaneous coffee shop napkins to find all the poems I scribbled. I was computer-less for about a week so I have a lot of catching up to do. So here goes..come on, I'm ONLY 2 weeks behind!
Note: After writing this I couldn't help but remember a line from "Ally McBeal" where someone said she was 2/3 of a rice krispie: she snaps, and crackles and she's about to pop. Lets just hope I can keep all those pickle jars from falling...hehe.
Piled High
Like a house of cards towering high
Vulnerable to every slight breeze
Or sudden unexpected breath
Like champagne glasses placed one on one
In a giant pyramid: a wedding tribute
and testimony to the frailty of love.
Like glass jars of pickles displayed
Precariously in the center of the store
Waiting for a child to choose the wrong one.
My life, stacked high with inconsistencies of health,
The unpredictablities of dreams,
And liable to topple at the merest disruption.
Caren E. Salas
Makes one stop and think how quickly things in life can change. Very well said!
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