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Haha, you are just about right on.  What a mess.  My left hand has the brace off now but isn't as flexible or strong as it was, yet.  I felt the cup slipping from my hand as I unlocked my Agency and lunged for my office manager's desk which was closest, thinking I could put it down there.  But didn't make it.  Unfortunately she had the day off so I was alone to clean up the mess and at the same time try to field phone calls.  Luckily no clients came into the office until I had finally cleaned it all up and was functioning in my own office.  I also had coffee spots all over the front of my blouse and thought to run home at lunch and change but instead ended up working all day, no lunch break, pulling my blazer over the spots when clients stopped by. 

no lunch break today
quotes, questions and claims, nonstop
some days are like that
                      ~~jvg

Not complaining, I'm grateful I'm still able to run my Agency and help others.  Hand out of brace.  My 6 weeks of daily radiation treatments ended Thursday.  I'm feeling energized and ready to get back to living my life on my terms.

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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Wow, Tink. I didn't realize your previous haiku was based on a real experience. I'm glad you're finally getting back to normal.

some days are like that
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best to stay in bed

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Seeds of new promise 
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(tanka version)

 

Plan for Spring garden
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She is young and strong
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2018 #20

football at zero
on acres of soccer fields
birth of "Soccer Mom"
               ~~jvg

Note: Soccer is called football all over the world except in the US.  Our kids play "soccer" but their leagues are "football" clubs.  My granddaughters play for Legend's Football Club.  Allexa on a State ranked team.  Trinity on a higher flight Nationally ranked team.  She ended last season as Defensive Player of the year in her age group (born 2001).  She is brute out there. Here are my football players.  Trinity and Allexa.           IMG_2048.jpg

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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On 4/18/2018 at 4:59 AM, Tinker said:

#28 

birth of "Soccer Mom"
puts miles on odometer
folding chairs in trunk
                       ~~jvg

folding chairs in trunk

wracking my brain

sand all around

(Hello PMO ? )

 

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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A seagull greets me
in a most-disgusting way.
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On 10/21/2018 at 1:58 AM, Tinker said:

a motherly smile
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kittens and puppies

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broken jar at the table

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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24 minutes ago, badger11 said:

time to get writing
silence over spiders' webs
these blossoms whisper

These blossoms whisper

And let me tell you

I whisper with them

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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I whisper with them
as they speak of future worlds
We decide our fate

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I slowly wade in
find only a shallowness
Had hopes for the deep

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Denying me access
there was no future recourse
Beware the surface

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On 1/16/2018 at 1:18 PM, Tinker said:

2018 Tanka #1

surprises welcome
January hides its gifts
under ice surface
the ground waits to be opened
by seedlings pushing upward 
                          ~~jvg

Tink, in looking through some of your poems, this suddenly grabbed me, causing me to have to reply.

 I personally, love elemental nature greatly! And this poem's idea, with the earth as a present being "opened", breaks through "our" frozen surface too, making us feel more alive and warm.

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I edit everything.:)
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Ah thank you Liz for commenting on my tanka and welcome once more to PMO.    There are a lot of good poems here, this thread is an interactive thread that allows us to build on other's words.   The first line of my tanka was written by Gatekeeper.   See the haiku above your response, it was also written by Gatekeeper.   His last line is "beware the surface",   Here is my response to his haiku:

2019 #42

Beware the surface,
winter's freeze crystallizes,
ice cracks and shatters
                     ~~jvg

Join the fun and accept the challenge, use my last line "ice cracks and shatters" to begin your own haiku, post it as a reply and someone else will pick up your last line and run with it.  This is the Haiku Train, chugging right along.

~~Tink

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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1 hour ago, Tinker said:

Ah thank you Liz for commenting on my tanka and welcome once more to PMO.    There are a lot of good poems here, this thread is an interactive thread that allows us to build on other's words.   The first line of my tanka was written by Gatekeeper.   See the haiku above your response, it was also written by Gatekeeper.   His last line is "beware the surface",   Here is my response to his haiku:

2019 #42

Beware the surface,
winter's freeze crystallizes,
ice cracks and shatters
                     ~~jvg

Join the fun and accept the challenge, use my last line "ice cracks and shatters" to begin your own haiku, post it as a reply and someone else will pick up your last line and run with it.  This is the Haiku Train, chugging right along.

~~Tink

Ice cracks and shatters

A bright jar of canned salmon

Smacking the tile floor.

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56 minutes ago, tonyv said:

Welcome, Liz. I'm excited that you're here. Enjoy the site! 

Tony :-8):happy:

Thank you! I can see that this site is really helpful in straightening out all the rules and fine points of writing form poems! 

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