This is so sad. I can't help thinking of perspective. I am going to do my very first manic monday and was trying to think of what to post all this weekend and I too pondered a poem but the seeds of which quite different than yours. I really like this poem. untended ground, sanity falls free. I am sending you a big virtually real hug to you, girl. Why? because I notice.
ps: I like the new header with the giant pen. That pen surely is mightier than the sword. I'm telling you, it's the pen porn that is setting off the mybloglog "xxx" buttons!!!
Morgen: Hey, if I can't derive SOME creativity from this stress, then the Communists have won. Or is it the Terrorists? I can never keep track...
Mr. Fab: Yes, perhaps they will. :)
Lynda: It's even worse when you're sleepwalking in the dark and you stumble over one of them and land flat on your face right on top of a dead squirrel. Boy, if I had a nickel for every time THAT'S happened...
Travis: Free-floating sanity WOULD be great... branch-snapping sanity, however, just falls to the ground as fast as gravity can take it. Glad you liked the haiku. :)
It is a scientifically proven fact that the world only makes sense about 14% of the time. Slightly less on Mondays. There is also a little-known theory that all days are actually Mondays in disguise. It's MY theory, and it's little-known because no one ever listens to me.
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This is so sad. I can't help thinking of perspective. I am going to do my very first manic monday and was trying to think of what to post all this weekend and I too pondered a poem but the seeds of which quite different than yours. I really like this poem. untended ground, sanity falls free.
I am sending you a big virtually real hug to you, girl. Why? because I notice.
So now you're branching out into Haiku, eh?
miserable twigs
great line!
glad you were able to spew some frustration and depression into some good MM poetry!
ps: I like the new header with the giant pen.
That pen surely is mightier than the sword.
I'm telling you, it's the pen porn that is setting off the mybloglog "xxx" buttons!!!
I hate when I trip on those miserable limb of sanity. I happens more often than I would expect.
I would rather have my sanity fall free than be siphoned off down a funnel.
Danielle: Thank you for noticing!
Matt-man: (groan) Yes, branching out... ;)
Morgen: Hey, if I can't derive SOME creativity from this stress, then the Communists have won. Or is it the Terrorists? I can never keep track...
Mr. Fab: Yes, perhaps they will. :)
Lynda: It's even worse when you're sleepwalking in the dark and you stumble over one of them and land flat on your face right on top of a dead squirrel. Boy, if I had a nickel for every time THAT'S happened...
Natalie: Oooh, nice! :)
I'm liking the idea of free floating sanity...seems easier to stay sane if you're not holding on quite so tight.
Excellent poem!
Janna's mighty pen
A lyrical conduit
for her mighty heart
Travis: Free-floating sanity WOULD be great... branch-snapping sanity, however, just falls to the ground as fast as gravity can take it.
Glad you liked the haiku. :)
Turnbaby: Nice! Thanks!
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