Ba dum chhh.

Do you know how tempting it was to just have this be a blank post? You know, that I’d put off finishing until later… Right.

So many P-words I could write about. So many I am nearly Paralyzed trying to Pick the Perfect one. Pah! I’ll keep it simple.


This may not fit the most precise definition of the word, but here is a photo I took along the Bellingham waterfront that to me exhibits a lot of patterns in the sense of repeated motifs. They’re in the boardwalk, the waves, the rocks, the remnants of of the supports, and even the driftwood. Of course, patterns are everywhere if you look for them. How many can you count in this picture?


Bellingham Bay patterns
(click for full view)




Since it’s National Poetry Month, and I’ve already tainted the artform a couple times this month, I may as well continue the trend here with a sort of anti-ode to poetry itself.

such a waste
of paper
ink words

When was
the last time
a poem
saved a life
or a love

And what of
that poet
word messes
all to
say the obvious
in a
clever (stilted) way

Better to
stay with
the tried and true
noun verb
in clear order

Leave that
fluffy stuff
to the clouds


Or, possibly one more, just to leave a positive taste in your mouth.



Coloring book sailboats
By a lucky bob I surface
and grab the post gracious
and safe
I scream

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6 thoughts on “P is for Procrasti

    • 04-18-2012 at 10:57 pm

      Thanks! Every time I look at that picture, I see new patterns. It also makes me miss living next to the water.

      Thanks you for your comment!

    • 04-19-2012 at 5:51 pm

      Thank you very much! I’m glad you liked it.

  • 04-19-2012 at 10:13 pm

    like your wasted poetry except it contradicts itself by being good

    • 04-19-2012 at 10:29 pm

      Thank you. You’re too kind!


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