July 22
The Landscape of Words
Paint takes time to dry; I work with words. I say azure and you are there with me, even
if I am far from this mortal coil, my pigments stay fresh as long as you know
blue, as long as you can hear me, read me, see me. I paint 6X8 cell and we are imprisoned
together, trapped, til I tell you of the key I slipped into your shoe. I love the flow of watercolor, adore the
mushy paste of oil, but nothing beats the world we paint and repaint here on
this page.
Explain why frogs don’t have wings
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GAME PLAYING
My Higher Power doesn’t play me like a board game.
Doesn’t monopolize my time or put me in jeopardy.
My trouble is my own.
I pursue trivia at my discretion.
I take or reject risk at will.
I scrabble my thoughts and am sorry when I make
mistakes
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But don’t expect to live in a candy land.
When I stick my hand in a mouse trap
Or fall down shoots and need to climb up ladders.
I know the game may not be over
But it is far too late to play let’s make a deal.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
