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Reality is a Breakfast Tray
Containing nuts, bolts, and mildewed blocks.
Overflowing, the contents fall off the edge.
Empty, it thuds dully when thumped.
In bad weather it warps, and sometimes cracks.
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Well said Nan.
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Reality can be depressing. I don’t like things warping. I put together some bookcases in the basement made out of cheap softwood. Some of the boards where warped. I still used them.
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Reality, not all its cracked up to be.
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Oh, bleak. Too much or too little. I want to put something beautiful on your tray, like a single rose.
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How lovely. Thank you so much!
Nan
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…and sometimes reality is something special and lovely just waiting to be found …
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I forgot! –Some people get to eat!
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I hope that reality could be something more than that … like walking barefoot or something..
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It could be, would be, is, in some folks’ experience/lives. I’m happy for everyone with pleasant realities. But wait —
would you be walking barefoot alongside Donald Trump?
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I think that if he walked barefoot he would be another man… 🙂
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Yes, I wish we had elected another man. But I know I’m missing your point. I’m going to post a blog tonight about my dilemma with poetry. Thanks for the conversation.
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Such an apt metaphor; reality is indeed something that can be empty at times.
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Thanks, Jilly, for understanding.
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Reality changes so much as we age, doesn’t it. For me, I have to remind myself “today will be happy.” It’s that darn warped tray that doesn’t work as well as it used to.
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So true.
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