Their neighbor asked,
with a slight tone of criticism and consternation in his voice,
“Why do you yawp each evening
at the setting of the sun?”
To which she responded,
with a slightly bemused
yet amused smile:
“Why don’t you?”
–From the Wisdom of Marnie Lynn Kuhns
Here is a great scene about Walt Whitman’s Barbaric Yawp from Dead Poets Society. RIP WW and Robin.
Creativity/
matters so much that I can/
write on the Sabbath.
When youth have all the/
disadvantages I had/
maybe I’ll listen.
New food comes while the/
fridge fills with leftovers. I/
wonder why I’m fat.
When I ask for help,/
get none, then break what I need/
help with, I’ll just quit.
In the end, it won’t/
matter if your voice was heard,/
just that it was raised.
I’ve stopped meeting my/
goals. Should I start over or/
return and repair?
It’s claimed that perfect/
right angles can’t be found in/
nature. what’s this then?
I’ve cooked boxed mac and/
cheese for years, so it’s hard to/
have that skill doubted.
I waste so much time/
on Facebook, but how else would/
I ever learn news?