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| Sylvia Plath. |
Maybe I do get poetry when it takes the form of prose, or when it's silly and obvious, made for those unschooled in verse like me.
The first two lines of the below came to me unbidden. It's not poetry, I know, but it has an element of poetry in it, if that makes any sense.
My chondrosarcoma has spread to my lung,
Things do not look good for me.
I’m headed to my life's bottommost rung,
And soon it is death that I’ll see.
Well, Bill, you've been busy with the posts, I see. I went to your Youtube channel and subscribed, so now you have a follower there, too.
ReplyDeleteVery sorry about your leg and the prognosis. I know things look very dark. I know you aren't a believer, but I will pray for your peace.
By the way, I hadn't realized how extensive your travels have been. Pretty impressive.
Hang in there, man. I'm pulling for you.
Btw, is the ex-coworker still living with you? How's that going?
ReplyDeleteThank you, James, that's very kind. Actually, if you consider that it's on the internet, it's extremely kind. I expect I'll see goodness in some people I didn't know was there as I tell people I know in real life about it. I also expect I'll see indifference in others I would have expected otherwise from.
ReplyDeleteMy ex-worker moved out and back with his girlfriend in July. I didn't note it here, though.