My apology and excuse for my relative absence this summer
Paint Plaster and Pandemonium
The relentless rush of renovation Of my house has crushed my innovation Grinding my mind to that of a zombie Or drudge beyond the nudge of poetry
As all summer long my back has been bent By soulsucking chores which never relent I finish one and then another one Or two or three or four must be begun The past still holding a grudge against me
Miraculously I finished a book But have scarcely seen time to sneak a look Or even begin to savor what I Am adequate at and what I live by
Harnessed to trudge to inadequacy Instead I have to paint high ceilings blue Or porch floors green or whatever I do All a blur and bore I would do no more Than write poems and seek a little peace
My employee believes he employs me As he lectures me on the ebb and flow Of pipes and the truth of the two-by-four Sore-trying my passive diplomacy
Exhausted heatstricken now stricken dumb I look forward to locking my front door On paint plaster and pandemonium When autumn falls and sacrifices cease And renovated rise again to soar
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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