With words, with the acrostic form, about something you can play with at the desk.
But I’ve been getting into old storage, and there are too many.
Oversupply
Pins that make no holes
Abundant in every file and folder
Part of a writer’s detritus.
Each once necessary for
Responsible sorting, but now
Cupboards and drawers are full, as are
Long unopened boxes.
I discard the few rusty ones,
Pile the rest in loose piles.
Save me! I’m drowning in paperclips!
dael
Nov 04, 2023 @ 13:48:00
Dear Ellen,
Enjoyed this playful, evocative, relatable (SIGH!) poem, thank you!
I’m taking a few classes taught by a lovely neighbor (Richard, former professional dancer and full of JOY) — and thought you might be interested. All are fun, feel good, and accommodating:
Laughter Yoga – Tues 1030 am at Downtown Desert Yoga (dancing and laughing and being a child again)
Chair Qi Gong – Wed 130 pm at Munson (free, great upper body stretch, allows for those with balance issues)
Qi Gong – Thurs 1030 am at Downtown Desert Yoga (feels much like dancing!)
Hope you are well, Dael
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