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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Scribbles and Scrambles - Color Musings - The Poem

Color Musings – by Kelly Klepfer

Blue skies, so they say
Periwinkle, baby, robin egg
I wouldn’t know…
Been stuck inside all day.

Burnt Sienna draped
1970’s furniture
Legal documents posted
Over dirty eggshell walls.

Coffee sludge lines my mug
Afternoon slump begs
For orange, yellow, red
Anything bright to clear my head.

Silver clock beckons me.
Is it really after three?

I’m outta here.

1 comment:

Janet Rubin said...

Wow, you're really getting into this poetry thing. THat was wonderful!