birdwalkin'

Fatigue thieved away all my thoughts and killed my creativity this week. So here's one of my absolute favorite poems. Bonus: it's in a chick movie I really like: In Her Shoes, with Cameron Diaz and Toni Collette.

Hey, speaking of Toni Collete, have you watched The United States of Tara? Dang, that show rocks my socks. Faah. Bu. Luss. Hey, speaking of socks (and shoes!) have I ever told you I have a shoe problem? Well, I suppose it would only be considered a problem if I acknowledged it or wanted to do something about it. But I am a happy slave to my constant need for blissful shoedom. This quote from the movie explains it best (we're back to talking about In Her Shoes again. Did you follow me on that birdwalk?):

Rose Feller: I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit.

Anyhoo, people. Here's that poem. Please to enjoy:

i carry your heart with me
ee cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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Piece out, friends. Go enjoy your Friday night. I will too.

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Hey? (I know, I just interrupted the end of my own post. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it.) Know what else would rock my socks? Leave me a comment. You can be anonymous. It's okay. Or just use your first name. :) Then I know somebody out there is reading this junk. I'll love you forever. Okay, peace. For real.