“I’ve been Down so Long, that the Tears Roll up my Cheek”

(With thanks to Bobby Darin, and a shout out to Martin Yarbrough)

Burned out

Bone weary

Run down

Out of steam

Done out

Done in

Enervated

Lost my edge

Worn out

Worn through

Gone stale

Out of tune

Dragged down

Dead-tired

Overstressed

Lost my nerve

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 9 June 2015

“You’re so vain… you prob’ly think this blog is about you.”

(With thanks to Carly Simon)

Some of the plainest people glow with internal beauty; 
some of those with the most perfect looks have nought but external prettiness.

Some of the loneliest people care more for other’s troubles; 
some of busiest find time to give comfort and support.

Some people care for nothing but themselves: 
are so wrapped up in their desires, their looks, 
and their egos… that the real world becomes invisible, 

and everything not focused on them is a petty annoyance.

Self-absorption is a drug more potent than poppies, 
obsession with one’s self is a disease more disabling than paralysis.

Vanity in its mildest form is a form of domination, 
at its most dangerous self-aggrandising is the scourge used to torment others’ souls.

Ronda R.  Scott-Marak
© 3 June 2015

“Quoth he… ‘Are ye going to Deerfield Fair?’ ”

(With thanks to a famous ballad, and an infamous bird)

It was cold, dreary, it was windy; 
I warmed my hands on Goldens’ tongues and St. Bernard fur
I smiled.

There was music, coffee, there were funnel cakes; 

I drank in my fill of texture and colour
I smiled.

Copper, and ceramics, paintings, and photos; 

I shopped in my mind placing each just so
I smiled.

Ceramic tiles of cats and ravens; 

a printed orang-utan with a rubber ducky
I laughed… I cried… I smiled

Hottish water, Epsom bubbles, 

closing eyes and sinking into oblission; a well-read book
I stretched…I smiled… I sighed.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 31 May 2015