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Hopeless Buttons

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Over at dVerse Poet’s Pub, Marina Sofia asked us to pull an inanimate object and an emotion out of a hat. The goal is to “write a poem about it, closely observing the humble object of your choice, whilst trying to convey the feeling you’re describing. Without using any abstract nouns (such as love, passion, jealousy etc.)”, to be more descriptive and concrete. This was my attempt at bravely stepping out of the “abstract” comfort zone.


Dust particles play
In sunbeams over dressers
Illuminating perfectly round
Accessories so necessary
For wardrobe function
Swirling marble tones
Vintage and four holed
Waiting for the needle
To sew in rhythmic fashion
With warm hands and purpose

Evening shadows stretch
Not reaching or embracing
Matching miniature moons
Left for days, for years
Identity lost in tangled threads
They will not make it to the shirt
Soft, flannel treasure
Long forgotten and tucked away
Until time and dust
Make camouflage of good intentions


Image credit: Wikipedia

50 Things I’ve Learned in 50 Years….#2

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#2. You can procrastinate about not procrastinating.

Even the word “procrastinate” sounds like something to avoid.  It has such an unusual and harsh tone to it.

Why do we do it? There must be a reason why we don’t get around to doing what we planned to do. My excuses are many.

There isn’t enough time in a day.

Shall I clean the oven in my sleep?

I’m tired.

I am not doing that until this gets done.

I’ll call her tomorrow.

I need to be in the right mood to do that.

It would take me ALL day and I don’t have all day.

I was at work. Does that not count as exercise?

It’s just a little piece bar of chocolate.

If I can’t do it right, I’m not doing it at all.

I know I’ll do it, but not now ever.

I’m tired……again.

There’s  a  tiny little sliver in my right big toe . (Ok, I made that one up)

My excuses are rather lame. My intentions on the other hand , are outstanding!  My mood is very perky when I make the conscientious decision of  drawing up “the list”. With my favourite pen in hand, I look for the perfect piece of “Things to Do” paper . Then, using my best handwriting, I proceed to make the most elaborate list of projects ever! It’s an amazing feat of futility.  It doesn’t stop me, however, from feeling incredibly proud of myself as I cross the first  easiest task off the list. Bravo!! A few more strokes of the pen and I’ll be on my way.

Then something changes. I think it has a lot to do with that “P” word.  Somehow “the list” finds a cozy little space where I can easily forget it ever existed.  I  plan to make a new list…..

after another little piece of chocolate.