Margaret Alice Poems

24 November 2008

When inactivity forces one to live in the head,
when all has been done and said, when there
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Sitting here, staring with unseeing eyes,
still caught up in my book, now forced to
be of good cheer while the vibrations in
my mind has been stopped, experiment-
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Gave free rein to blind, irrational,
overwhelming anger and frustration,
it was too hot and just as I jumped
into the pool, Tiaan appeared like an
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Sitting on the fourth floor balcony, laptop
balancing on my knees, reading old poems,
following dreams, listening to music playing
in the games area, watching kids playing putt-
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Chalk it up to experience, but this day
has been one of the dreariest I’ve had
in a long time, the more I tried to cast
my mind into a positive stance, the worse
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Can’t get that migraine pill anywhere,
enclosed within a trelliswork of pain
and concomitant fatigue, frustration,
loss of imagination, substitute pill
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I wonder, when I do such bad work, why
the earth don’t open up and swallow me,
why do I always end up with the most
illogical choice, the most objectionable
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It added to my discomfiture when
I found the word discombobulate
this morning – how disconcerting
that such a word should be used
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Read my book on feeling good,
it insisted I must feel good before
good things can be obtained through
its use; I felt the grave injustice in all of
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