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Dropping energy

I dispense in drops my attention

My passion

My energy

My breathing.

Small doses make my life.

Each moment is a full circle.

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Saving time, wasting time

Colleagues to bother and coffee cups to hold,

salts to dissolve and liquids to stir,

see you standing and counting the minutes.

In moments of idle attention

ideas waiting in line come to the front

with a smiling face and the index up.

Nothing to do, plant seeds for tomorrow.

The lost one

The plan was accurate

And I followed it with my finger out.

My flowers were born at each deadline

Until one rebelled.

The tiny detail was hiding,

The personality changed

And my plan became a treasure hunt.

Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.

Meeting survival

Just let it happen and distance yourself
By flying to the coming singer
And exploring for the perfect Christmas present
Whole they all waste words.
Nod and consider
W what is really important to you
And take notes
To plan your short but dense free time
And your next knitting project.

Alphabet tending

I let my words go
With direct strokes and clear edges
To transfer with the minimum black
The condensed story.
No word should leave a physical mark
On an innocent candid sheet
But on a private moment in time.

Work control

Even on this tortuous mountain
In this dry day off July,
I feel you watching me
With Your magnifying lens.
Your rules are met
And my sweat will drop to the floor
At any minute.
Your lens makes you feel powerful,
Yet it burns me in my place in the sun.

Meeting drama

Communication is a word understood
Buy all but always in a personal way.
I thrive for communicating smartly
And you lose yourself in intro and acknowledgments,
Slowly building distance and disrespect.
The air gets dense
and the faces tense in masked attention.

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