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January 29, 2008

Michael's fault

Sometimes inspiration comes quickly and you just can't help but share with others. So I hope Michael that you don't mind if I post part of the comment I left on your blog, Ripple Me This or that I borrow the title.






SOME THINGS JUST ARE

Today has no sorrows for yesterday’s regret
Only for what may be next
Grasp the knob and enter the door
One day, one step, one blink, one breath

9 comments:

Jeni said...

Posted in very good form, Paige! As usual.

MargaretR said...

I went to Michael's blog too and saw your comment. You certainly are a Poet, Paige. You know I'm not into this sort of thing, but you might influence me, in fact I think you have already!

Emma Sometimes said...

I love that photo, a heart lock is a wonderfully symbolic picture..one step at a time.

caspar said...

Well howdy there Paige! You see a M&G game is not needed to visit a blog, nor actually did Michele sent you to my blog or me to yours.

I haven't read your blog, scanned it just a bit re the Pledge post and the Obama correction.

I did very much like the picture of the lock on this door. I think it says a great deal as a photo and so that means it is a real good one.

Re Happyland: The language there is somewhat unchecked; how do you say? Ummm (trying to speak Texan) some swearing goes on there. It is sort of smart-a** NY kinda thing. Doesn't mean it's bad, or good. It is never quite that simple.

Michael said...

Paige

A beautiful poem that expresses exactly how I was feeling. You are gifted indeed.

Take Care
Michael

Tim Rice said...

Profound and very well written; something to meditate on.

AMERICAN said...

COULD LOVE BE ON THE OTHER SIDE ,SOMETIMES THE FEAR OF TURNING THE KNOB KEEPS US FROM FINDING THE LOVE WE SO DESIRE ,

judypatooote said...

Hi Paige;
I read Michaels ripple me this and there is no respect with anything anymore...not only gun on sidewalks, but driving into parking lots and finding baby's used diapers layer where there car was parked....and oil can left where the guy filled the oil in his car and threw the can down... I like the poem, I'm sure it is just a little something you jotted down..... judy

judypatooote said...

that was suppose to be gum on sidewalks....sorry!! judy