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It's been one of those days.

Yes, I did say a few of those words.  Mill marks in
this drywall set the scene for a twisted, chaotic
kind of horror.  I am glad it broke before I got
out on the high plank, much higher and longer
than the one you can see beyond me in the
photo.  Those planks have a tendency to bounce
when you walk on them.  I so hate falling from
high places and blowing out my knee or breaking
bones, because regardless I have to continue
working.  I like to get paid so there is no room
for pain.

I can just imagine the headline, “Wife Breaks
Husband’s Neck After Breaking His Fall.”

This woman has a unique technique to her poetry that makes her stand out from most others.  There are many other great poets on WP, like Dean J. Baker.  I like to read anything that flows well and basically has no restrictions or barriers.  I enjoy Free Verse almost as much as I love riding my Kawasaki, Vulcan 1500.  Comparing a poet or poetry to riding my cruiser, the wind in my face and rock and roll slamming through my brain is not something I have ever done, so this is a first.  Life is filled with firsts though, and such learning experiences they are.  We shine up those nuggets of knowledge and wear them like a shining badge, sharing and teaching where we can.  I think this is what life is all about, and I am grateful to all of those who show and teach through their writing and other art forms.

Copyright 2010 and 2011, by Glenn Raymond.

Cold comes in riding on darkness, gliding toward me – -silent, but for the wind from the dark wings – -feathers whistling beneath the eaves. Pull me into you. Hide me in your arms safe within the blanket of your love.  Loneliness – -the shadow of silence touches my soul with bony fingers – -laughs at my tears. My fears bleed violet. – -Violent red streaks the coldness, except in you.  Pull me from never-ending cold- -hold me safe from shadow’s re … Read More

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