BLATHERINGS

WHAT IS WORTHY OF A POEM?

Life? Death? Love, sorrow or joy?

Evolution?

Elocution?

Execution?

Persecution?

The brain?

Summer rain?

Gone insane?

Window pane?

_______________________

I saw a vulture picking at a live groundhog today  (actually on the lawn in front of the hospital),   (JUST LIKE TIME PICKS AT ME)

The navel orange looked good , but didn’t have much juice,  I HAVE A NAVEL BUT DON’T LOOK GOOD AND DON’T HAVE MUCH JUICE EITHER.

My feet hurt tonight, poor things.  OH! I FORGOT!  THEY’RE ATTACHED TO ME!

My runny nose won the race.

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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5 Responses to BLATHERINGS

  1. This is a bit funny, making up for the sad melody in it.

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  2. lynn__ says:

    You made me chuckle, Nan! 😄

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