Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Kettle-bell Guilt

PAD Challenge day 12; write a guilt poem



They stare
And taunt me
Where I sit
The guilt of it
I can’t atone
Until to their will
I commit
Heave-ho,
High-low
Grunt, oh
And groan



© Janet Martin

6 comments:

  1. I can feel the pounds of your procrastination, Janet!

    Wishing you a blessed Easter!

    Poppy

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    1. ha-ha:) Yes, they have a way...

      Happy Easter to you too!

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    1. yes:)...a perfect love-hate relationship!

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  3. When I saw your title, I thought you were going to be writing about the Salvation Army Kettle Bell!

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    1. lol! now THAT'S a good one! and oh boy...I'm guilty as charged...not always, but too often.

      hurried feet keep time to the beat
      of the carolers song as they scurry along
      and try to quell
      Christmas guilt with oh well...
      maybe next year I'll have more
      of what they're looking for.
      (oh dear, I wish this poem would not have come so easily:(

      Thank-you Angela for the humor and the humbling inspiration.

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