Sitting
In the garden
There is
Listening -
- Time of
Year -
Sounds of birds -
Sound of distant
Road -
It's a new year
Tonight !!
This year
I don't feel
So
Depressed
About
It - ? -
Partly,
It's you -
The Mad
Professor,
The Mad
Scientist,
- my dear -
Partly it's been
Counseling -
And then
There was
That
Last
Samadhi
Offering a new
Perspective -
On
Ego
Mind . . .
Hi leelarose. I'm checking to see if my comment gets published
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of your piece about your Mom. I had trouble figuring out how to publish my comments on your site. Too much to go into now. I wanted to thank you for your poem about your Mom. It brought back memories of my own mother. Every year at Christmas she would save the wrapping paper and smooth it out and re-use it for the next year. She was re-cycling before re-cycling became popular and a way of life. This year my Mom's purple(her favorite color) radio/Cd player that I've used since 2002 finally died. I got a new one for Christmas(yes they still sell them) and it was so much fun to just open the box and start using it without having to go online and make a password etc. etc. And I love the new color, a BRIGHT RED. A great color to take me into the new year...bold and brave and ready to try new things. I love the quiet simplicity of your work. Thank you for being a writer.
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