Saturday, June 19, 2010

Running the Hurdles






(This photo was taken some time ago. I had a new camera ... a new "toy," if you will ... and I understood, from a quick reading of the instructions, that it had a built-in timer which allowed the photographer to be in the picture. Aha! A self-portrait! I thought I'd try a profile shot ... and I did. Trouble was, I was concerned that nothing seemed to be happening. Then, just as I turned to see what had gone wrong, something did happen ... and you see the result. It wasn't what I expected, but I never ... almost never ... throw anything away without finding a use for it ... so here it is.)


I'll be brief.


Let's have a show of hands: How many have heard me say that before?


Um-HMMM! Hey, no fair holding up both hands. 


Anyway ...
  

Today's poem, I think, cries out for more poetic detail ... and more detail would call for more than its eight short lines could deliver.



The poem may, in fact, have been considerably longer when it was first written ... but I was under the mistaken impression that 
Capper's only published eight-line poems.




See? I can be brief.






The poem:




RUNNING THE HURDLES




Have you
ever noticed
how many more
things go wrong
when you're trying
to get away
early, or make up
for lost time?



-S&G-


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http://brimm.blogspot.com/


Thanks for paying a visit.


-S&G-


UNTIL NEXT TIME ... take care ... see ya!


-S&G-


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