Thursday, January 20, 2011

just a temp

as time goes by
doing what it does
    healing all wounds n'such

i ponder this time trap
this rusty cage
i say i break 'em
maybe i just shake 'em

after all
in this world
i'm just a temp
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11 comments:

  1. flaubertJanuary 20, 2011 at 3:39 PM

    Aren't we all, Ollie.
    Love the second stanza.
    Pamela

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  2. Philip ThriftJanuary 20, 2011 at 4:32 PM

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  3. The Square CornerJanuary 20, 2011 at 6:31 PM

    Funny, indeed. I could use a laugh.

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  4. Philip ThriftJanuary 20, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    We may be temps but poems are perms!

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  5. signed...bkmJanuary 20, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    nice Ollie...you sir are more than just a temp...your pieces always unique....bkm

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 20, 2011 at 8:32 PM

    Whoa, now THAT is a big truth! Way to say it, Ollie!

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  7. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 20, 2011 at 8:32 PM

    lovely realization.
    well put.

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  8. SherryJanuary 21, 2011 at 6:15 AM

    short and sweet....wonderful!

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  9. Human ParadoxJanuary 21, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    Just a temp. Yes. Both Gautama and Fred Eaglesmith have taught this. Well said OO.

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  10. EllaJanuary 21, 2011 at 9:17 PM

    Wonderful, the cage and images you evoke! Great poem~ Just a temp...well said!

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  11. MaryJanuary 22, 2011 at 9:23 AM

    We are all just temps in this world! Right on, Ollie.

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