Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
My life!!!!! My 'give a shit' is officially dead...kaput. From here on out it's my way or the highway. My hair is silver/white. It's as short as I could cut it. One side is shaved bare. I'm thinking of getting a tattoo there. I'm in severe pain 24/7...in too many places to even mention. Walking hurts. Standing hurts. Sitting hurts. Just call me PAIN.
I envy the zombies. They're already dead. They're just walking bodies, waiting for the delicious, sharp blade of that glimmering sword to end their empty existence.
Or what if "1984" by George Orwell was not fiction?
My favorite Oscar Wilde quote.
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Everything good between men and women has been written in mud and butter and barbecue sauce. The walls and the floors used to be gorgeous. The socks off-white and a near match. The quince with fire blight but we get two pints of jelly in the end. Long walks strengthen the back. You with a fever blister and myself with a sty. Eyes have we and we are forever prey to each other's teeth. The torrents go over us. Thunder has not harmed anyone we know. The river coursing through us is dirty and deep. The left hand protects the rhythm. Watch your head. No fires should be unattended. Especially when wind. Each receives a free swiss army knife. The first few tongues are clearly preparatory. The impression made by yours I carry to my grave. It is just so sad so creepy so beautiful. Bless it. We have so little time to learn, so much... The river courses dirty and deep. Cover the lettuce. Call it a night. O soul. Flow on. Instead. ~C. D. Wright
Two weeks post surgery. Staples removed later that day. Ouch!
There is a pain -- so utter -- by Emily Dickinson
There is a pain -- so utter -- It swallows substance up -- Then covers the Abyss with Trance -- So Memory can step Around -- across -- upon it -- As one within a Swoon -- Goes safely -- where an open eye -- Would drop Him -- Bone by Bone.
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I'm hobbling without the walker, but with a cane. It feels like there's an iron fence post implanted in my leg. Trying to bend it is excruciatingly painful and feels impossible. No pain, no gain is what they say in physical therapy. It's very hard to cause yourself pain on purpose...almost impossible, but necessary to progress. I get highly nauseated every time I do my exercises or walk. This experience hurts worse than childbirth...
Please pray for me & my family. We desperately need healing... God Bless. ~Marion