laced
i could fill up a house
with all the things
i need
and you would laugh
at the emptiness
before you
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A poem a day for 30 days.
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April 23rd, 2012 at 7:21 am
Another beautifully frugal poem that I must memorize, and use as a mantra each morning.
April 23rd, 2012 at 8:02 am
can you hear the laughter? loved this lace poem.
April 23rd, 2012 at 8:54 am
michael is a wise man and recognizes the truth when it is laid out before him. yes.
April 23rd, 2012 at 10:51 am
my journey has been to empty..for less. for the
necessary, not the supposed needed. it is a long journey.
tilda
April 23rd, 2012 at 11:44 am
Another stunner.
April 23rd, 2012 at 12:30 pm
oo i def crave simplicity…i like too the underlying tone it could be certain people that we could do without…or maybe that is just my interpretation…smiles..
April 23rd, 2012 at 6:23 pm
i bet i wouldn’t laugh….i bet i would understand….xo
April 24th, 2012 at 9:19 am
I can really relate to this. I recently had to move out of my house while major repairs were made, and I saw my life stacked before me, boxes piled to the ceiling. I was appalled at how much stuff I have. In my subsequent decluttering effort, I’ve been awed by how little I actually use or truly need. I’m taking load after load to the Goodwill, and I feel much lighter.
April 24th, 2012 at 8:24 pm
This I love!!