The Old and the New

Yellow is the new green
Nice, the new mean
Sweet is the new sour
Gaze sweetly, the new glower
?Crude drawing of angry face

Glower

Big is the new small
Spring, the new fall
East is the new west
The worst at last has become the best
Crude drawing of dog.
Dog is the new cat
A vole is like a rat
Worms are the new snakes
Earths are sometimes prone to quakes
Dollar is the new cent
Mortgage, the new rent
Mechanical pencils are always new
And precious moments oh so few

And not do that thing

I will type a title, and  then base my post on that title. 

Or, I could say I’m planning to do something, and then not do that thing. 

I might just write sentence after sentence about nothing. I might not.

I will say that I’m tired of not having enough time to do the things I want to do. I’m tired of having clutter in what should be my craft room, or my yoga room.  I’m tired of telling people I want to blog for a living, and then not doing just that. 

I’m tired of driving to campus so I can park my car, and then take the bus to my job at the library. I’m tired of worrying about comma placement. I’m tired of not being able to sleep well without taking Benadryl or NyQuil.

I began writing a poem on my phone while on the bus yesterday. I quite liked it. In an attempt to copy and paste it into a different app for safekeeping, I deleted it. There was no undo. I will write a new version, but it may not be the same. It won’t be the same. Maybe that’s okay.

There is too much and not enough these days.  And sometimes there are birds.

 Drawing of bird  with crossed legs