Wednesday, September 12, 2012

do not think me calm

A   W A R N I N G   T O   M Y   R E A D E R S 


Do not think me gentle
because I speak in praise
of gentleness, or elegant
because I honor the grace
that keeps this world. I am
a man crude as any,
gross of speech, intolerant,
stubborn, angry, full
of fits and furies. That I
may have spoken well
at times, is not natural.
A wonder is what it is.

Do not think me calm, because I speak in praise of not think me serene.

I wish I were kinder,  and I strive to be kinder.  Wish I were more forgiving, more tolerant. Certainly I strive to be more serene.

Well, I won't rattle on any more today - it's been five nights in a row of insomnia so that my brain feels like mud.  I will be writing this morning, then fitting in a nap before the evening shift at the library.

Am I needed here? Are you?  Listen....


  1. Thank you.
    Your blog is a blessing, part of my morning ritual.
    Spot on!

  2. An absolute blessing today; a sign. Thank you.


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