A forehead thumping moment

Fragmented days and a practical mind. My least favorite state to be in. Lists and scheduling, vet appointments and the car is making that odd knocking sound again. My pea plants languish in their peat pots. But sometimes I hear voices in my head–the guardian angel sort–and today it was Leslie Leyland Fields commenting about the coherence writing can bring to a divided self and life. So basic. Forehead-thumping moment. I think I’ll go back to that villanelle I was laboring over and put off the taxes for one more day. The people in my life will thank me. And I will wake up to the week before me.


~ by Anne Doe Overstreet on June 15, 2011.

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