Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Day 175, big words don't make pretty poems

... today is superfluous, surreptitiously, plethora, discomfiture and invisible? Thank you Tara, Kristin and Terri  for your fancy words! ;)

The day was inundated with triviality
it left me feeling futile, overwhelmed
the to-do-list a zealous kudzu vine
its roots strangling joy from my hours
I'm a discombobulated disaster
Like Punxatawney Phil yanked from his hole
just to fulfill irrelevant lore
but then there is his smile
an instant episiotomy on a too tight heart
a small infant joy given breath
He is my apothecary, slow moving
and gentle, he doles out his liquid kindness,
his subtle warmth, and I am healed.
The wicked day pales.  I suddenly see
the verisimilitude of this moment.
The easy truth of tenderness.

The bitter flavour of my superfluous
aggravation sweetened by one
surreptitiously shy of being recognized
plethora of goodness a private prize
a visible
discomfiture arising with my praise
this medicine is my
invisible saviour

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