1976
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.
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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