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. 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.
They are beautiful 🙋
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Aren’t they? Thanks for commenting.
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😊🙋
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Your hubby is so right. Beautifully captured. 😀
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What do you know!
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