Too much info not enough ear.
Too much bony not enough rear.
Too much quiet not enough shout.
Not enough action too much doubt.
Too much air and not enough ground.
Too much square not enough round.
Too much look and not enough find.
Not enough body too much mind.
Too much chair and not enough run.
Too much ‘puter not enough fun.
Too much keyboard not enough page.
Too much screen not enough stage.
Too much restless not enough fill.
Too much careful not enough kill.
Too much edge and not enough dive.
Too much dead and not enough ‘live.
Too much water not enough wine.
Too much popcorn not enough dine.
Too much in and not enough out.
Too much teapot not enough spout.
Too much worry not enough play.
Too much bed and not enough hay.
Too much navy not enough red.
Too much ancient not enough dead.
Too much gravy not enough blood.
Too much cleanly not enough crud.
Too much cover not enough bare.
Too much careful not enough dare.
Too much waiting not enough move.
Not enough silly too much brood.
Too much mild not enough spice.
Not enough badass far too much nice.
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This is so wonderful, dear Heidi, so so wonderful…. I printed a copy and will carry with me everywhere, for inspiration, as a reminder that I can always up the badassness :)
I love that it moved you, Tatty! And that it’s inspiring you to badassery. By the way, I’m doing a Tribal belly dance class taught by my friend Cecile Carr (http://ombellyco.com). She’s one of my FB friends, by the way. I wish the two of you to meet! Belly dancing is one of my little badasseries. It might not be to everyone, but it is from whence I come ;)
oh heidi that is so exciting :) nothing is more badass than a tribal bellydancer ;)
Dear Heidi,
I just adore you! And this is FABULOUS!! You are an amazing writer and a powerful poetess!!
Thanks for your inspiring words.
Big hugs lots of love,
Chris
"Too much restless and not enough fill." Thank you for that. It’s what I needed to hear today, a day when I felt spread thin. This poem could be a song, some sort of existential, far-out blues.