Waiting

I wasted one eighth of my parking time singing Nothing New (TS) in the car Pondering alternate realities for the insignificant... Bought a weighted hula hoop and some garlic All of the above feed into my dreams And maybe not everyone runs on ten theories at once Some of those past lives weigh me down and some catapult me forward But it's me who needs to fly regardless From a disconnected thought to a strategy Isn't that something?

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David Kavanagh

Date: 2/4/2024 1:41:00 PM

That weighted Hula Hoop might take a bit of getting used to Dilly, but it will weigh you down, and catapult you forward all at once, just like each cycle of a past life, hence you will be nicely toned up and ready to fly into that new strategy? I’m probably miles off the mark, but always intrigued by the depth of your poems, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/4/2024 2:27:00 PM

I decided the tinned tomatoes I bought contributed nothing to my tale - but I'm adding them here in case they are the secret to existence :) it's funny what seems cyclical in nature isn't after all. I was surprising good at the hula hoop, so maybe I'll make a habit of it. I'll piece something together one of these days, maybe!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 2/4/2024 12:06:00 PM

Lovely poem but it makes me wonder, what happened in those past lives? Hang on to the garlic. Blessings. I like how you write.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/4/2024 2:20:00 PM

Who knows Hilda, most likely a rerun of the same old. Thank you for your kind words x