Vespa parked next to
box of red geraniums.
Paris in my street.
Wish that I could read
on the bus without feeling
queasy like a kid.
Week is beginning.
iPod blaring loud doesn’t
jolt me out of sleep.
Still wading through glue,
feeling small and ungrateful,
trying to pretend
that I feel as good
as my life truly is. Oh,
what is wrong with me?
Keep soldiering on.
Find tiny moments of grace.
Learn to dance again.
box of red geraniums.
Paris in my street.
Wish that I could read
on the bus without feeling
queasy like a kid.
Week is beginning.
iPod blaring loud doesn’t
jolt me out of sleep.
Still wading through glue,
feeling small and ungrateful,
trying to pretend
that I feel as good
as my life truly is. Oh,
what is wrong with me?
Keep soldiering on.
Find tiny moments of grace.
ooops! missed your post of yesterday! guess i've got some catching up to do =-\...
ReplyDeletelove the haiku's today - 'wading through the glue' is resonating with me these days, but remember "This Too Shall Pass" and here's the video to go with it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qybUFnY7Y8w
I found your blog via Phil's Versatile Blogger list. How glad I am that I did!
ReplyDeleteI hope you find tiny moments of grace. I hope they spread into longer moments. I hope they coat your days like honey xx
create yourself a daisy chain of tiny moments of grace. too often, i miss them.
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