(Hint: it did not lead to maths class).
while prancing on my unicorn
one day, I felt so free
I pondered life
and all its ways
and how I never particularly liked horses, (especially after that one time at Ariane’s but anyway), ironically.
friendship is simple. it’s also complex, but let’s ignore that.
it can be what we want it to be.
well, sometimes. there is such a thing as unrealistic expectations but that’s not what this post is about. this post is simple. this post will simply concentrate on the lovely simplicity of simple friendship.
take the friendship cats offer just as one example:
the way toddlers dance to the notes in between the way DNA composes the seams notes of divine harmony and unexplained dreams the reticent wavelengths shudder unseen at unanticipated syncopation
(NB May be some coarse language…and I don’t mean when they quote Australians…)
I have yet to understand how our accents can be so different.
I watched a whole documentary once. On the plane. To New Zealand.
It answered not my questions. It was an hour long exercise in finding different ways to say
we have no idea
why the New Zealand accent is as it is.
This remarkable writer (and heck of a nice guy) spent this last week checking out my blog. And now he’s gone to the trouble of writing this…I’m honoured more than I can say. How generous you are to your WP friends, Stephen!
Please take some time to read his work, if you don’t know him already. You will not be disappointed. He is an amazing talent.
As this week draws to a close, I am happy to report that my week spent with saynotoclowns was valuable beyond words. Digging around a fellow poet’s back catalog not only feels respectful, it is also a chance to connect to the larger human beings that we all are. In this week’s adventures I discovered a great writer, a deeply spiritual soul, and a musical kindred spirit whose taste in music already has me thinking about which musician I want to tackle after I finish my National series; Nick Cave comes to mind. Fortunately, I have a few more weeks to think about it, but I am pretty sure the Bad Seed is planted (so sorry, couldn’t resist).
My response poem to saynotoclowns tries to encapsulate the humor I found in her writing (…this woman’s first post was of a donkey for crying out loud!…) while also respecting her deep…
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that gibberish you wrote
on that napkin
if you folded it into a swan
or some other kind of origami
Thanks to one of Rob‘s posts, I remembered this, and thought, naturally, you might enjoy having your emotional bank account boosted with this compilation of one of my favourite tv characters. (The relevant part to his post starts at 1:57 and I am pretty darn sure that would be me at 3:08…)
You are more than welcome. Even if you have seen it a million times already, I know you want to see it again. And when I say ‘you’, I probably mean ‘I’, but humour me for a moment *giggle*