my mirror
lacks sense of humor
sees nothing
amusing
about being a goad for
the mischief of time
my mirror
lacks sense of humor
sees nothing
amusing
about being a goad for
the mischief of time
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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You’re getting a nice handle on the shadorma.
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thanks, ken
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A personal satire on a subject matter I know only too well!
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cheers, mike
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Ha!
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*smile*
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I can relate!
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many can, no doubt
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understood
hazards
of humour 🙂
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*smile*
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An ironic smile from the one who looks into the poet’s mirror! Well done.
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much appreciated
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You are welcome!
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A gonad for the mischief of time?
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hahaha
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That is why I am happy that I don’t have a full length mirror. 😉
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ha ha ha
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