Note to Self
you’re not lost, you just don’t know where you are
just tell me, does the dog die?
the frogs just keep getting bigger
I missed my boots today
change your margins
kill two stones with one bird
please sign in the IRS is still processing tax returns
it’s the thing you don’t remember that really matters
How many notes have I left to myself, that I now cannot decipher or connect to the original idea? How much is not lost, but misplaced in memory?
Thanks, Greg. I find notes all the time that I have not attended and forgot their reason for being. When i strung a few of them together I really liked the result!
Makes for a really cool poem, though! Really wish I could know what was on your mind for the reversal in “kill two stones with one bird.”
Thanks, Phillip! I am bad with mixing up sayings like these. I misspoke the correct saying– kill two birds with one stone– in an interview. Realized it when folks were too polite to laugh or point it out. Aside from being mortified, I started thinking about it. It seems the world throws living beings (bird) in futile gestures of problem-solving rather than doing the hard work at changing challenging situations (stones). Seemed right to put it here but still pondering how to put the thought above in its own poem. Thanks for your wondering!