Unburdening

Mundane and quiet, Saturday has passed.
Some friends are re-arranging, others purge,
Well knowing that there's little that will last
And will survive that never-ending urge
To get new stuff, replace what has grown stale,
And keep up. Summer's fading, and the change
Will do us good. Just one more quick yard sale
And then we're fine, right? Doesn't it seem strange
This churning? But it's what we've always done.
We shed our burdens gladly, breathe in free
And fresh new air, but then, because it's fun
And sexy, start accumulating. Whee!
But one day all of this will have to stop;
Another must dispose of what we drop.
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In Which I Indulge My Holiday Dork-a-dence

My family will be here soon, which means

Today's my last to take in, all in one

Great gulp, the three films with deleted scenes

Of Peter Jackson's LOTR. Fun?

It's more than that by far. It's truly not

The holidays without this silliness.

A sad compulsion, I know I have got:

Each year I watch and each year I'm a mess.

I tear up, a true fan girl, where I should,

Accomplish nothing ere its done, except

The popping of some corn. It's just too good

To start without a finish, though I've kept

On trying to just do one film a day,

I'm powerless to follow through. Hooray!

In Which My Thoughts Go Round And Round Like Deep Blue's Wheels

I'm restless. I've had quite an afternoon,

With much occurring and yet naught at all.

The tension's built up too much and so soon

I've got to let it out. My bike doth call.

What did I ever do before Deep Blue

When situations rose that drove me nuts?

I no longer remember, have no clue

Just how I used to pull myself from ruts.

My bicycle and sonnets rule my days.

'Tis discipline, I think, which is all good

But days like this I feel somewhat enslaved

To both, but realize, try as I would

That habits, good, or bad, govern me still

I only think I've something like free will.