On this day, my get up and go
Got up and went.
Yoked to my own ambition
I plod forward
Horns down, hooves solid, just pull.
But I look out the window where
The pink trunks of Queen Emma lilies
gleam in the daily dose of sunshine
meted out by the goddesses of Hawaii
I am thinking in paragraphs
each thought
bumping into an indent
One more tab in
and the plodding thought
lands like a cow pie
So I start again
plodding forward
these fields of imagination
aren’t going to plow themselves.
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Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at Examiner.com, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.
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Brilliant! Spoken with the voice of a farm girl. Go harness those steeds and harrow that field! Barbara
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