Posted by rayww on February 23, 2003, at 9:34:26
In reply to My knots aren't good enough., posted by direstraits on February 23, 2003, at 2:36:38
Have no fear. There's a real good trampoline at the bottom. Isn't that the rule of the cycle? What goes up must come down, and vice versa? Patience, time, pills, love, and work.
I wrote a poem using my son's vocabrulary list. Sometimes in our "feckless" effort, our knots do come undone. In our weakness we push pillows, rather than bricks. Here's my poem.
The winter was long and cold.
The darkness seemed to hold on forever.
Even the light that shone
was dimmed
by the shadows in my mind.In the recess I became a poltergeist
searching for jocularity in the expression.
But within my feckless reach,
it was nowhere to be found.The voices in my mind
became more obstreperous,
shutting out all hope
of the serene life I longed for.To festoon with hubris enjoyment
would be deleterious
because of my ignorant image
of my quidnunc self.But, then as sudden as its disappearing,
the phenomenal sun began to shine
beckoning the jovial spring
to re-enter the stage of my mind.I am a poltergeist. (a noisy, usually mischievous ghost held responsible for unexplained noises)
I am feckless. (weak and ifeffective)
I have jocularity. (jesting, merriment)
I festoon. (to adorn or hang)
I am serene. (calm, unruffled)
I am ignorant. (lacking in perception, knowledge or intelligence)
I am obstreperous.(loud, noisy)
I am quidnunc. (one who wishes or pretends to know all that is going on)
I am phenomenal. (amazing, fantastic, exceptional)
I am deleterious. (harmful in a subtle or unexpected way)
I am jovial. (jolly, merry, good natured, joyful, gleeful)
I am hubris. (exaggerated pride or self-confidence)
I am me.
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