I'm honored to be hosting Poetry Friday today. What better weekend for poetry than the weekend of love? If you love poetry, you'll want to come back throughout the day to see new updates. If you're joining today with a poem or other poetry treasures, leave your link in the comments. Across the day I will move them up into this post. Parnote via Wikimedia Commons Candy Hearts Does anyone eat candy hearts? Or are they just small confectionery candies for conversation? Cool dude, charm me. Let's do lunch in style. Chill out, Sugar Pie. XOXO, BFF. How many characters are necessary to know the heart? Colorful confections, marvelous merriment, However, I prefer my calories in chocolate. © Cathy L. Mere, 2015 Poets We Love Elizabeth Barrett Browing: Iphigene, at Gathering Books, shares Elizabeth Barrett Browning's, Sonnets from the Portuguese . Todd Boss: Friday the 1...
So true. It is amazing what one hour can do! I feel like I am so behind!!
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...perfectly put - that's exactly it!
Ha, it is like that! It will take us all a week before we get used to it too. Students included. One hour has way too much power.
ReplyDeleteI love that ending line "Jet lag in your own back yard." I'm still adjusting today.
ReplyDeleteI think we all agree...'Jet lag in your own back yard' is perfect. I have to admit that the time change doesn't bother me as much as it used to....since I retired....that is a big plus for retiring. :-)
ReplyDeletePerfectly poem for how we are all feeling. I was ready for a nap at 2:00.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem, so clever! With most all our clocks being changed by some power beyond my house, I have had to remind myself about the time change. Maybe the power isn't in the hour but in what we see on the clock.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling this is where I am going to be tomorrow...had an unusual amount of energy today, but love love love that last line just like everyone else! The unfairness of having jet lag and never having left your own backyard! The injustice! I should at least have a sunburn or some sand in my shoes or a souvenir or SOMETHING for this feeling, right? ;)
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My day exactly! All day long I watched people yawn and wondered what our state tests, which start tomorrow, are going to be like! Hope I don't fall asleep proctoring! And like everyone else, I love the last lines!
ReplyDelete"Jet lag in your own backyard" - exactly! It's 8:50. I'm exhausted.
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