MUSINGS

Re-do of the Red Wheelbarrow:

The Black Chalk Board

so much

depends

upon a black

chalk board

covered with

equations

beside the gray

waste basket.

METAPHOR

I know, I know, metaphors rule

but their birth is often Caesarian.

Is your life a sandbox or a boxcar?

A crapshoot? A bird cage?

A leaf  or is it a harp?

Or a stage, maybe a sand dune?

A beached sea shell or a chapel?

Ooh! A chapel! I like that one.

Count me in.

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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