orange night
knocks brain sideways
its ever shifting words
calling on autumn
standing on winged leaf
she presses control key
views bottom menu
makes a selection
then enters
a 300-foot hill is not a mountain
by mary ann blinkhorn
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It’s a mountain when you have asthma and high blood pressure and your knees are shot.
Oh dear…! Ha!
Mary Ann, this is exactly how each of should enter the autumn times of our lives and our creative endeavors, welcoming the burnishing colors and the crisping dawns of new lives and loves and creativity.
*big smile* – Thank you!
intriguing, humorous, virtual (and virtuous!) poem. Ha. k .
Ha! Thank you very much, k. 🙂
Wonderful Jack. The way you juxtapose varied thoughts on a contrasting theme is magical.
Sorry Ann. I thought you were Jack Brewis. No matter, my comments remain the same.
No problem. Thanks, Ken. 🙂
I agree with Carl on the hill/mountain…and your poem is fantastic…
Thank you. Carl always has such witty comments.
🙂
Agrees and your welcome…
you’re simply refined!
I was actually researching hills and mountains for my screenplay, so the final words came to me easily.
A 300 foot hill, is a 300 foot hill. On the other hand, those 3 inch piles in the litter box are mountains.
I remember the litter box well.
I hate Autumn, everything is so dead. Here in S.A, we are in spring time now.
I hate that part about Autumn too. Wish it were spring here.
Well, there is a positive about Autumn?
For me, a new season represents a fresh start, a finished chapter and a new one in progress…
A good take on season`s may i add.
cool juxtaposition – love the train of thought.
Thanks. Your blog looks interesting. I am now following.
Thanks – so glad you stopped by…I have not done much with the integrative thought blog as I made this commitment with myself to do haiku/haiga for 365 days…and with my life commitments, I have not done much other writing, sadly, but so glad to have you share in my thoughts.
It happens. We all go through periods when we become much busier than we thought we would. When the time is right, you’ll write again… 🙂 Best regards, -M.A.