or on the fact that I have to move work spaces, so I have to clean out my desk.
or this weird bout of "spring cleaning" that I have been experiencing.
But, whatever the reason, I have come up with a poem. That I wrote. It was buried under some work related papers in my paper sorter.
and, since I never, ever throw anything away, ever- I even had an electronic version saved, so I don't even have to re-type it.
It was a response to some type of writing prompt, which I can no longer remember, so I can't take the credit for being super creative. However, it is still a poem and a super feat for a linear, science brain!
Behold, the poem: (it's about me)
Lorie
Joyful,
playful, healthy, fun
daughter
of stoic, driven European immigrants
lover
of……… riding horses through green
mountain meadows
bright yellow sunflowers in
dark blue vases…
brilliant full moons
peeking in my nighttime window
Who
feels grateful to be here, overwhelmed by the bounty of a joyous life and also
deeply sorrowful over the suburbanization of our world.
Who
finds happiness in spending time with her one true love,
working,
laughing, loving.
Who
needs big open spaces filled with animals and flowers.
Who
gives her heart, and
Who
fears it won’t be returned.
Who
would like to see society valuing the earth over profit.
Who
enjoys porter style beers that taste like chocolate milk…
Who
likes to wear her hair down, held back from her face by a small, sparkly
dragonfly comb- that used to be mom’s.
Resident
of the Big Sky country, Hartsong Ranch
So there it is. A poem.
Have a happy weekend!
