I am greedy for your charity.
I lust after your chastity.
While some may call me slothful,
I prefer “procrastinatory.”
I admit I’m green with envy at
your temperate humility.
and yet I take great pride in times
my wrath yields to civility.
I’m a glutton for your kindness.
You’re impatient with my pride.
I am sinful, you are virtuous.
You’re Jekyll, I am Hyde.
If you offered me an apple,
in the garden we could hide
With your heavenly companionship,
it’d be one hell of a ride.
Inspired by the dVerse Poetics challenge to write a poem based on the seven virtues (charity, chastity, kindness, temperance, diligence, patience and humility), and the seven deadly sins (greed, lust, envy, gluttony, sloth, wrath and pride).
Like an itch in my psyche,
your insults taunt me.
In truth, am I that abhorrent?
peripheral flashes of
That and more, you say.
We’ve only scratched the surface.
I really hate the sound of
my own voice.
Scissors in one hand, hen in the other, a couple of quick snips and the wing tips swirl to the ground. Keeps ‘em from ‘flying the coop’, the farmer says. He releases the hen. She takes a moment to regain her balance, then runs to the opposite side of the pen where she flaps and clucks her objections. Isn’t it rather cruel to clip their wings, I wonder? Nah, the farmer says. It doesn’t hurt them, and ‘sides, if they don’t like it, they can leave. The farmer chuckles at the irony of his own joke and reaches for another hen.
boundless sky beckons
anticipation takes flight
dVerse Haibun Monday — Complexity of Freedom
I seldom (maybe never?) reblog someone else’s post, but this one from Susie Lindau is so inspiring, I think it needs sharing. Congratulations, Susie!
Whew! Talk about a breast cancer marathon. From the shocking diagnosis to my double boobectomies, the implants of my bionic boobs and subsequent challenges of taking estrogen-suppressing and depressing pills, I’ve finally crossed the five-year finish line. Hang on while I catch my breath.
I couldn’t have done it without you, my readers, my family, and friends who cheered me on every step of the way. This blog has been a life-saver. Literally.
When I posted my first Boob Report in May of 2013, I recounted the shock of learning I had cancer. It included the hilarity of simultaneous scheduling madness by two Evelyns, each on different phone calls and ears. What wasn’t funny was the misinformation that I hadn’t been in for a mammogram for three years. It was enough to freak out with the alarm of a phone call after a routine exam, but three years?
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