Dear Rosie, I'm begging you. Please, please, please just SHUT UP! Stop talking, stop writing, stop putting up Haiku's or whatever on your blog. Go on tour with Cyndi Lauper and do as the song says, "... have fun! Oh, girls just wanna have fun." I was in your corner last week, but this has just gone on for too long. Warm regards, Lindsey Who else wants Rosie to stop talking? And for those curious cats out there, yes, of course I brought you the latest from her blog. Keep reading to see the whole post.
there r new baby geese
ten tiny ones
fuzzy and unsure
making their way past my window
i wish the hudson was clean
crisp blue water
for the yellow newbies
the photos would b so much better
day two
and it is ok
i had acupuncture
she put some needles
thru the scar tissue on my left hand
lifting it up - from the locked layer beneath
stuck is how she described it
it hurt in a good way
one u can survive
as the promise of freedom
maybe movement
allows the ache
i breathe thru it
2 find
some open place inside
where there was none b4
the birds on the porch
can hold up their heads
yellow beaks so wide
wanting waiting
i am completely captivated
i spend 2 much time
trying to design a safety net
as the concept of losing one
haunts me
the flying wallendas
my nana was obsessed with them
her lazyboy close to the console
volume up full
we watched them try
fall and die
a net
everyone could use a net
tomorrow more sun
look madge
i am soaking in it
with thanks 2 all
peace b with u
