4.24.2018
Slow Down
Eight years
meanders like riverbends
then soars
ever cloudward
peeking shoulderwise
Everyone blinks how
we arrived at this place
damply imagining
what lofty follies might follow
at such heights
The Runaway Sentence is eight years old today! Happy Birthday, Girl!
Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden, where many friends are writing a poem each day in April to celebrate poetry month. I’ve been a little sad about not being up to the challenge this year, finding my time spent almost entirely in the work and family realms. But that’s okay. My kids are growing up fast, like this here little blog. Time flies even when it crawls.
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Also, friends. Blogger is really, really not working for me anymore. It took me so long to format this post, and it still does not look right. I had to edit every line in the html. I don't know what to do. *sob*
ReplyDeleteWrite your poem in a word document with your spacing. Copy and paste into HTML view, then CUT it and repaste into compose view. The spacing will be 100%. That is the way I set up all my posts.
DeleteGreat poem, congrats and maybe migrate your work to wordpress.com.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday... or anniversary! I agree with both of Mosk's sentiments - great poem, and maybe take a peek at wordpress.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous writing!💜 Happy Blog Birthday, Marian. You rock!💜
ReplyDeleteI remember when she was just a toddler...even then she stood on her own...and stood for something.
ReplyDeleteCongrats! Happy bog b'day!
ReplyDeleteHappy Blogosversary! Excellent poem. Maybe Wordpress? I find it easy to use.
ReplyDeleteHappy blog birthday, well done. I.ike your poem, especially the line
ReplyDelete“Everyone blinks how we arrived at this place” indeed we do :-)
Happy Blog birthday .... and I hope you can figure out the "techie crap" that is plaguing you. Nothing sucks more than wrestling with all kinds of garbage when you just want to straight-up post.
ReplyDeleteI have blinked many times and wondered...but as I move along the age scale not so much :)
ReplyDelete"Time flies even when it crawls" – I do love that! And the poem is lovely.
ReplyDeleteMy personal opinion is that Wordpress is for geeks and not for me. I have tried it a few times over the years and almost immediately have run away screaming, every time. But I know what you mean about Blogger. When it finally became impossible for me on my old poetry blog, my solution was to change to one of their newer themes (templates, whatever) and that worked – though I had to get used to the very different style. I keep the old one as an archive, too creaky now to keep using with ease but still very readable.
The time blogging does go fast. Happy birthday runaway sentence and Marian!
ReplyDeleteCongrats and happy birthday runaway sentence, Marian. Just being around is ok not necessarily posting every time!
ReplyDeleteHank
Happy Birthday.Eight years gone in a flash.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!
ReplyDeletecongrats!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!!
ReplyDeleteI think I have been blogging with you since then, sister poet. I has been a privilege to follow runaway sentence all these years.
ReplyDeleteHappy Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteHappy eighth birthday! I love the meandering riverbends, Marian, but the thought of soaring 'every cloudward / peeking shoulderwise' has given me vertigo!
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