Poem: On Waking


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Pinned

a butterfly plucked

from flight by a

4-eyed entomologist

tacked and hung forever

frozen

Limbs

askew and filled with lead

pumped dry from

sleepless climbs through endless starts

with dry breath and thick lips

Eyes

swollen marbles unseeing

remembering lilting dreams

un-blinking

tears dried from cracked blinks

Deep

beneath fathoms of murky sea

bubbles squeezed nitrogen pop

as spiny creatures swim

too close

Heart

chipped down to pebbles

swallowed by a bird

it beating too fast

in her chest

Hammered

to the slab

by the nightly joy ride

that crashed upside down

leaving the driver

Pinned

with the seat belt

still on

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Traffic


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What? It’s freaking Monday again?! How did that happen so fast? Every time we turn around another weekend is over, the fun and games done and it’s back to the grind. Yup, we came down this tree only to find the usual crazy traffic.

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Everyone driving like a nut (or maybe wanting one). Speeding around and chasing each other trying to get to work!

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Such aggressive behavior on the roads, and the nasty chattering and name calling! Sheesh.

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Which way are they going for goodness sake? Where are they going?

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Ahhhh! We’re not going anywhere. Monday really stinks. Maybe next week I will call in sick?

Photos: Speed


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Today I woke up to the roar of car engines. It sounded like the Winston Cup race and that’s because it sort of was like it. Perfect conditions prevailed on my usually peaceful lake, and a large and noisy crowd had gathered. Speeding cars, yes cars, were zooming around on the frozen lake while an announcer blared out laps and excited fans cheered from the shore. They have been practicing for days, doing donuts and revving their engines. The sub-zero temps and light snow made this year for the perfect surface. Honestly, it’s not something I would want to wake up to hearing every weekend, but it’s part of what makes my little New England town home. So as my beagle howled his own thoughts about the intruders as we walked by, we didn’t let the noise and crowds deter us from a reprieve in the weather!