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MIA 2

January 17, 2008 by Shirley Allard

My fingers are moving
The paper is stained
I’ve muttered and sputtered
I’ve cursed and complained
And now what is left
Seems I’ve covered it all
It’s a fight when you write
From a world that’s so small.

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10 Responses to “MIA 2”

on January 17, 2008 at 8:45 pm1 Jo Janoski

Ouch! I think I know what you mean. Do you need to get out more like I do?
on January 17, 2008 at 9:17 pm2 HouseMouse

Well, I um….yes. I have to confess. I haven’t left the house more than once in about three weeks so I guess you could say that I could stand to get out more often. Anyone want to meet me in Egypt?
on January 17, 2008 at 10:04 pm3 whypaisley

seems we are all home bound for one reason or another,,, i work,, but other than that… i am here… nice piece tho shirley….

Thanks Jodi. I usually prefer to spend time at home. Like I said, it’s just a touch of cabin fever. I’m ready for Spring!
on January 18, 2008 at 8:40 am4 ozymandiaz

Oh my dear, there are no small worlds just small perceptions. I have read your words with glee and let me tell you from what I see your world is anything but small.

Hi Oz, Your comments always make my world seem a little bigger. Thanks.
on January 18, 2008 at 10:37 am5 Dan

Nice poem, Shirley. I like ozy’s observation. Somtimes we feel trapped in our little corner, but there’s a great big world out there.

/Thanks, Dan. Just a little cabin fever I think.
on January 18, 2008 at 1:06 pm6 Bob

When fighting with oneself, it is prudent to examine the motives of the attacker. Often, the seeming victor actually loses. Go throw a snowball at your neighbor’s picture window. I promise you’ll feel better.

I already tried that. My nearest neighbor with a picture window is so far away that the snowball melted before I got there! A handful of melted snow just doesn’t have the same impact. I’ll have to go back home, get another snowball and try again. LOL
Thanks, Bob.
on January 18, 2008 at 4:35 pm7 harry furness

Yeah, those darn inkblots sometimes only show inkblots. But at other times the view is so clear that the climb was worth ten… thanks

Thanks, Harry. I feel better now.
on January 19, 2008 at 12:59 am8 terry mcdermott

I can relate to this.

Hi, Terry. Thanks!
on January 20, 2008 at 7:16 pm9 Bob

Hey Shirley, I really like this one and was suffering the same sentiments myself. While I can’t get away physically, I always find new vistas from reading, particularly poetry. Take care,

Bob
on January 20, 2008 at 7:32 pm10 HouseMouse

Hey Bob,

I guess we both need a trip to Egypt! It sucks when you begin to realize just how big the world is and how little you’ve experienced. Thanks.

Shirl