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Procrastination

Itís the molasses of your day;
You know who you are.
It glues you to your bed sheets,
Until it has been conquered.

Itís the teasing comb of your hair;
As you hide from the doorbell,
Until youíre forced to shower -
Because youíre going out.

Itís the fairy of your desktop
Who collects against your will:
So many unpaid bills
Until you lose your lights.

Itís the spirit you avoided
The day of garden planting -
That overtook you later
ĎTill the weeds became your shame.

Itís the blindfold on your eyes,
That you wore while you were thinking:
Youíd read stories to your children.
Can you believe theyíve graduated?

Itís Houdiniís iron cage
Thatís filled with cakes and cookies -
Out of reach of fruits and salads
And that diet book youíre reading.

Itís the ghost of Christmas Future
Who binds chains around the trunk,
Thatís dusty in the attic;
Storing the novel that you started.

Felicia Stone 1/27/05




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Here, I share, with stark honesty, my life.


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The following comments are for "Procrastination"
by feliciastone

its good
Just some typos like in the last line but I cant say much all my work is worse.

( Posted by: poetfreak [Member] On: January 31, 2005 )

For reading...
Always, thanks for reading.

Windchime, I read your work - and adore it. I read your comments - not just to me, but to others and try to learn from them. For this reason, I really value your input and your rating.

Poet freak - I look at how young you are and how prolific a writer at such a young age. You post something new nearly every day.

I see that you apply the advise given you when it's valid and I respect that. I often wonder what you will be writing when you are old like me. I look forward to reading it. Thanks for posting.

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: January 31, 2005 )

Felicia: I meant to...
...tell you yesterday how much I liked this poem, but...well...you know... ; )

So many wonderful images! "...the molasses of your day," all the way through to "the novel that you started." Every one of them strikes a familiar chord!

I must confess - sometimes of a Sunday, I've been known to go out - *GASP* - without a shower! ("It's only up to the bakery around the corner...and then maybe to the grocery later...") Sorry - I know that's gross!

This reminds me: I owe you some comments on Chapter 2 of "Donald." Then, of course, I've got all these ideas for my own writing...Oh, well! One of these days...

( Posted by: LinnieRed [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Procrastination
Felicia,

I nearly didn't read this after the first stanza, I am not a freewriter and do not carry on reading freewriting unless something grabs me.

As I had not seen you on Lit before and the subject caught me (too close to home) I continued. I like the theme and the words you use, but was dying to put it in rhyme...so I did!

With my deepest apologies, I have reproduced your poetry below in the style I enjoy best. May I thank you for an interesting piece and hope this does not offend in any way.... I just thought you might like to see you work how a simple mind like mine interprets it!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Procrastination

Itís the molasses of your day,
That makes you who you are-
It glues you to your bed sheets,
Until youíre much too late by far.

Itís the teasing combing of your hair,
You hideaway, no doubt-
Until youíre forced to shower,-
Because youíre late for going out.

Itís the fairy of your desktop
Who collects against your will-
Until you lost your household lights.
For not paying the bill

Itís the spirit you avoided
On that day for garden planting-
That caught you up much later
When weeds were all but ranting.

Itís the blindfold on your eyes,
That you wore while life had waited-
You read stories to your Ďchildrení.
Canít believe theyíve graduated!

Itís Houdiniís iron cage,
Filled with cakes, cookies and candy-
Out of reach of fruits and salads
Or the Ďdietí you find handy.

Itís the ghost of Christmas Future-
Who binds chains around the trunk-
Storing novels that you started.
In the attic with the junk.

Felicia Stone 1/27/05
(with a little plagiarism by Ivor)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Have Fun,

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Ivor
I love it! That was fun - thanks for the rhyme. When I started writing, everything rhymed with strict metre, but it all sounded the same. I am playing with different styles now - a lot of it is too wordy, too long, too filled with common language. Eventually, I will figure out what I am most comfortable with.

Again, thanks for reading - and for complimenting me by reworking it to your style. I look forward to visiting some of your posts.

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Linnie
You are SO funny!

As for Donald Gets Dumped... I do appreciate your comments, but I would prefer to get them when the time is right - and not get them every time - than to have this exhange ruined by the constraints of obligation. I appreciate you. It's all good.

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Perfect as is
This is just perfect the way it is. I like Ivor's rewrite too, but that suits his style more than yours. I can relate to every verse.

And I ADORE "molasses of your day"!

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Viper9-cool
Thanks for the commments. I especially loved, "I could relate to every verse." That's what it's all about! Cool.

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

...
I will tell you what I think tomorrow.

( Posted by: Parker [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

parker
It's tomorrow.

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: February 2, 2005 )

Procrastination
It's a tricky poem. I really like it; it really captures so much of our lives. Among others, I love the line: "Itís the blindfold on your eyes,
That you wore while you were thinking:" But here's the thing that gets me: finishing that novel won't necessarily get you that far. What I mean is that the problem with chasing your ideals is that by the time you catch them you'll be far from society. There won't be anyone to see your triumph and there might not be anything to eat out there.(lol)

( Posted by: seanspacey [Member] On: February 2, 2005 )

...
Procrastination is like masturbation; It feels good for a while but in the end you are only fucking yourself.

I really enjoyed your poem felicia I found many parts of myself in its lines.

( Posted by: Parker [Member] On: February 2, 2005 )

I laughed!
I laughed really hard at your comment! Truth should always be embraced when it's so evident.

What a clever, witty response. Kudos!

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: February 2, 2005 )

Sean
I think of you often and wonder how it is going with you.

Thanks for commenting.

I look forward to reading more of your work.

Felicia

( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: February 11, 2005 )

Procrastination
How clever are you! Wow, I know some of these things, I was never a procrastinator until I started lurking in these forums! Now everthing is on hold it seems. I loved this!

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: February 16, 2005 )





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