Sunday morning runners pass by bay window, oozing life, while I strain to catch a glimpse, movement tenuous – irony of life rendered surreal by chronic illness. (Twitter Tuesday. Â For more Twitter poems find me @Vjknuton.)
Years when children, perpetually in motion, required a referee – Mom’s energy replete so ephemeral now – time having vanished, weariness lingering, savouring memory blurs. (Inspired by my grandchildren, and the prompts of Ragtag Community: ephemeral, and Fandango: referee. Image from personal collection.)
Educated in curriculums qualified to lesson plan and structure evaluations far reach from current course – platform inaccessible, only student self – a disagreeable sort take my grievances higher – no response, boss is asleep indifference snoring.
Ha! Wonder how long it took them to take down that sign. Did you actually see this sign?? Unbelievable that no one would catch it prior to putting it up.
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Ha ha! I don’t think I’ll be going there any time soon!
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So funny!
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Not me, but the person who I reposted this from. As an English teacher, I couldn’t resist.
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Lol
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