Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on extreme.
Go.
I live in extremes.
Sometimes, most times, they are polar opposites.
I love hard or I don't.
I long for quiet and worry about you leaving.
I work hard and sleep harder.
I live in extremes.
I cry with every emotion...happiness, anger, nervousness, laughter, love, and sadness...I always cry.
I laugh too hard.
I get too angry.
I love too hard.
I am loud or quiet.
I am introverted but need need need my people.
I live in extremes.
I miss too much.
I burn things to the ground.
I drink coffee all of the time.
I work out to exhaustion.
I work my fingers to the bone.
I live in extremes.
Absolute extremes.
And I love it.
And I don't.
Stop.
I absolutely love this! What a delightful poem, and I can see myself in there, too! Blessings to you! I'm your neighbor at #FiveMinuteFriday.
Thank you so much Gayl. Your words were so kind.
totally get it, I do.
Thanks Annette!
Oh, yes!
We take in every homeless pup,
not leaving them alone and lonely,
and as a result we sup
on rice and beans and macaroni.
Date night's part of distant past,
travel is a "What's That?" thing,
and the days go by so fast
on duty's flashing falcon-wing,
but here in this night we're content
(oh, and there's a kitty, too!);
it seems that God has clearly meant
that this life is our job to do,
and as they dream-yip and they snore,
there's always room for just one more.
Fabulous! Thank you.