Meander 1 -- Poem -- Promises --
A pale glittering gold glass ball dangled
Turning reflected rainbows in the rays of the sun.
Like the pale circle moon poised low at night.
Echoes the sun, a nimbus counterfeit
Enticing baubles both, call the hand and
Tip-toe stand to touch a spherical mirror.
Suspended out of grasp. The votive ring
Revolves to evoke a hypnotic state.
Brush the ice cold token sphere. Before your
Eyes find shattered shards acutely pressed into
Your skin while desolated ragged rocks
Penetrate the promise. Swallow ground glass.
Meander 2 _ Filling out papers. - This has been my lot since my husband died a month ago and I'm till not finished. Am waiting for papers from the state of New York. All has been reported there and I even have a file number but they said sending the papers takes six to eight weeks and until they are filled out, there will be none of the pension I'm entitled to have. I'm sitting with papers from the bank. I haven't signed them. Can't until I have word from the state of New York. What I find is interesting, the federal government has already sent me the news I'll be receiving part of my husband's social security. You would think they would take longer than the state to get the papers out. Actually, all I had to do was make a phone call and answer questions and all was in order.
Meander 3 - Writing is back in swing. Have been working on the plot draft and have at least one chapter done. I will finish. But unless I can find a mss that's easily done, I'll have to write Jude and pull one of two mss that are due in the fall.
Monday, March 2, 2020
Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Poem #Filling Forms #Writing
Posted by Janet Lane Walters at 7:19 AM
Labels: Janet Lane Walters, Meandering, Monday, Papers, poem, Promises, writing
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