Dakota

Under construction

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distracted
by others
thoughts
flapping
round
my perfect
plan

unstable market
rising interest
inflated prices
precipitous dip
two years
bad idea
silly girl

I can't
wait
two years
for the crash.
oh well
too bad
poor dear

I need
my space
lots of sun
not a stair
fresh air
pretty
soon

fast trains
cozy nooks
charming
shops
bakery
serving tea
a tree

room to dance
to shower
to nap
to sun
to stretch
to intend
to differentiate
to dream
to write
to draw
to express
to heal
to realize
to park

to last me
til I'm old

Addendum: As you can see, the poetry is very far from flowing around this subject. I suspect a loose connection. Flawed and jerky as it is, I published, since, it's a completed assignment given to me by my nutritionist two weeks ago. She asked me to write a poem about my prospective space, and to surround myself in the color green. (Remember the monkey room? It was forest green and there were red berries out front. Did I ignore a sign? Probably, but there will be others.) Esther Hicks, channeling Abraham would call writing this poem, "taking the emotional journey before the action journey", which she highly recommends. Some journeys are on rockier roads than others.

Photo note: This is a construction site near my office, as reflected in a building that does only that, but is otherwise tedious. The new construction used to be a funeral home. There's a lot of zoning board huff about the new building rising up at least three stories higher than the original, due to a little slight of hammer. I'm sure it will be condos, maybe one for me, should I chose to ignore the two red lights and the undoubtedly exorbinant asking prices.

Posted by Dakota at May 12, 2005 08:37 AM