Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Wednesday

Icy hands
and excitable cockatiels
and a knot in my stomach
that I'm trying to let go
and give up
and find that place of peace within.
Still no job but keep checking,
and trusting.
Will go for a walk
and pass a certain Aunty
who never fails
to cry
helloo
at passers-by,
which I love!

3 comments:

  1. hellooooo!!! and dont tell me you are writing from your BLACKBERRY, ah yes you are referring to what i wrote :P

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  2. this is a very vague poem I've noticed, full of hidden symbolism? ;)

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