A stutter a gambol enough
Hinge and pry and unease and
In a flutter a fancy a dark brow
Of a March tree promising spring: Oatmeal in a bowl
Flaxseed blueberries almond
Milk that’s my breakfast:
Zero assumptions are like zero gravity
You need a few to walk but if you have too many
You need to put your foot down
No!
“zero assumptions are like zero gravity”
I like it!
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Thanks. Maybe we’ll be floating in space soon.
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Zero gravity it is then, friend. Much enjoyed.
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Thanks, Katie!! See you in the upper atmosphere, floating!
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I assume I can walk, …ergo I can, …💫🥣💫
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Haha. Yes, love the logic in that! 😊
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Nice one! I really like the simple truth you spelled out in just a few words–too many assumptions weigh you down.
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Thanks Diana!!!
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sounds like a great breakfast; I like the zero gravity simile: much to ponder 🙂
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Thanks John. Overnight oats is good way to start the day.
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I had never heard the word GAMBOL before and I love how close it is to gamble as in go for it, take that first step into the rest of your life which i think was an encouragement from Lawrence Fehrlinghetti. I always liked that idea especially after a few days bunkered down, boarded up windows metaphor to survive a psychological storm.
There’s so much positivity packed into so few lines here and such a stark warning to not go too far, to not do what a friend of mine once warned – to not fall off the horse, to keep going, one way or another.
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Thanks Steve. I like the word gambol. Not sure how I ran across it. But I do like that it is so similar to gamble. Maybe they are related? I think the first part is all about positivity. Opening yourself up, like in spring. And it’s best not to have too many assumptions.
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I like that…..not too many assumptions. I guess it’s the uncertainty of it all that inspires our fear or faith or a combo of the two with a side order of onion rings.
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Haha. Yes, definitely onion rings!
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I’ve been obsessed by onion rings today and no coincidence, obsessed by this girl I sort of met. I nodded towards her at the library. She nodded back, but other than that, she probably has no idea I exist, not yet anyway. Met her waiting for the library to open. I had this song in mind when I met her, nothing symbolic, I just happened to have this song in my jukebox brain, but it worked, my obsession with her. It was like being part of a video. She seemed to have a backpack without zippers. Kind of old school or maybe I was imagining it? Either way, I can replay that song dozens of times and think about her. Should keep me content or crazy for the night.
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Great song! I love how music and musing go so well together.
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Oh yes, music can be so damn dangerous when it comes to bothering a muse in the wee hours.
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Terrific poem…and a solid breakfast choice. 🙂
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Thanks. It’s a healthy and filling breakfast!
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❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you!
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From line four on is delightfully quirky association. I’ve reread it several times.
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Thank you! Much appreciated.
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