From Radio Poetry:
If mothers nuture and protect
they also hate and get beaten up
and they run away
and scenery is as indifferent to
our perception of it
as God is
This is a stanza from a poem by Doris Leadbetter, my old writing teacher and one of the greatest mentors of my life. I adored her, and miss her greatly. If I can get permission, one day I’d like to post the whole poem because it is excellent – as is all her poetry.
Coming up tomorrow: my BlogHer decision. I think. If I’ve made it by then. Which in all probability I haven’t. Because my brain has been temporarily replaced by a haunted fog and its ghost is calling the shots. This ghost enjoys sitting on the couch and watching the few latest House episodes.
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I’d love to read the rest of that poem…. maybe it could be the story of my life!
And I say let the ghost loose for a while… sometimes we all need to embrace the fog before we can let it pass *hugs*
Sounds like a poem I’d love
House episodes are good for the brain fog
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