2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
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That last line, while not in traditional poetic language,
is most appropriately expressed...
well-said Pat...
the second one --- I've been there SO many times! :)
Well, I'm sorry to hear that Pat! Told almost without suspense!:)
two sides of life
Vivian, I wrestled with that a little, but thought exactly that. There is no better way to express it, even if it is way over used.
Thanks Amalendu!! More piddling with words, than writing poetry I think.
Andrew, a fact of life for most of us sometime.
Borut, no suspense in that.
Floots, that's true. Now, if I can only find that other side.
who is cawing now?
:o)
I chuckled at the ending!
ha! made me laugh
I enjoyed this!
pat, you never cease to amaze!
nice venture into senryu :)
You got the feel!
I know the feeling very well!
Been there and done that!
Nice poem evoking unfortunate memories, and reminding me that often work is not the better part of what we do...
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