Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Month In, Month Out

month in, month out,
dance of the seasons,
moving through in nothingness

comfortable sameness,
cold waiting for warm,
warm sliding into hot,

hot changing into comfortable,
comfortable changing back into cold.
month in month out,

each year the same
each season similar,

the players a bit older,
thinner, or thicker, waiting for
something different to happen

annoyed by things 
that are too different, 
unexcited, apathetic,

waiting for someone else
or something else, or somewhere else
to change your life for you.

banal sameness, bored doing what
you are doing, yet not lifting yourself
out of your lazy-Girl

arguing the same old tired arguments.
staring at the same movies, 
month in  month out

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M. L. Kiser December 12, 2018 at 5:55 AM Such is life...you've penned the process well. Every now and then I try something new to liven up life. Caren Krutsinger December 12, 2018 at 6:33 AM I have to FORCE myself to learn something new, because there is a real lazy side that wants to sit in a chair devouring a giant bag of potato chips, drinking a thirty-eight ounce cup of chocolate milk, watching 16 shows in a row.

Sand Blown December 10, 2018 at 10:02 PM getting older...got to find things to do : ) Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 5:59 AM I do and I don't. Moment to moment, mood changes fast.

Eve Roper December 10, 2018 at 8:49 PM It does get kind of boring, but it is a treat when it does change. I do get upset at my self when I do do the same thing over and over. Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 5:59 AM I think of the movie GroundHog Day and I laugh, as sometimes I get stuck.

Bobby May December 10, 2018 at 3:41 PM You just described my life, well said! Caren! Caren Krutsinger December 10, 2018 at 7:28 PM I was lying in my Lazy-Girl thinking about how LAZY I am when my muse picked up a pen and bopped me on the head and took off with this one.