Tag Archives: May Sarton

Self

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“Loneliness is

the poverty of self;

solitude is

the richness of self.”

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~ May Sarton
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Elfje:            (Cinquain)    Classic: each word only one syllable.

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change
move on
do it twice
try to or else
switch

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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springs chilly drizzle
sky covered by low gray clouds 
first robin appears
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Poem:
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quarter of a century in recovery
every day a new day of discovery
learning to accept all of life’s changes
enjoying the chance to be outrageous

I pray every day to walk the walk
sad are those who just talk the talk
it is easy to accept when God is in control
body, mind and soul He makes us whole

sobriety promises us many things
a chance to unravel the heart strings
a new freedom from past regrets
friends who we can count as assets

an attitude that includes no fears
a desire to be of help to our peers
happy, happy, happy for others
a choice to be part of a band of brothers

knowledge of feelings that keeps expanding
finding a God of our understanding
a kindness we are glad to  repay
living this life no other way
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ME and the Boss

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The Absurd Poem

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“Where joy

in an old pencil

is not absurd.”

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― May Sarton

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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history

being made

some just yesterday

mostly many years ago

repeats

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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wannabe the king

egotism on steroids

self defeating dud

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Poem:

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ideas, ideas, what to write
the poem is not feeling very contrite
reject, too sad, reject, too silly
can we compose using a calla lily

inspiration is everywhere
mostly a wish, sometimes a prayer
does God know what I am thinking
old age, the brain is really shrinking

frustrated by the too many red lights
send me a bucket of bright green sights
most people live in the yellow zone
going through life as a mindless drone

time to throw caution into the wind
reposition the crooked frame of mind
forget the dreary, grab on to the whimsy
believe, Santa does come down the chimney

Milne, Potter, Carroll, Baum and Suess
adults on a children’s level thesaurus
stories that animate many a dream
original builders of a new theme

we know what Poe did for the mystery
in writers parlance the rest is history
is it a mind that big or a mind that wide
that one can imagine beyond the true and tried

is it words or rhyme that must transcend
that allows the poem to have a worthy end
is it the journey, the thinking, that satisfies
or is it maybe a try at the Pulitzer prize

smoke coming from the ears, a true visual sign
the thoughts have crossed the proverbial goal line
time to wrap it up with a big red bow
time to return to reality, the here and now

ciao.

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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