the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

I've noticed that a common malady among people is the Hereitsyourbaby syndrom. You know how someone will ask to hold somebody's baby, and will adore it and be proud of it, and boast about how good they are with babies - until the little darling begins to scream. Then they promptly hand it back to the mommy with the mumbled comment "Hereitsyourbaby."
Well, so it works when someone has an idea for a group or organization, or class or some such thing. When they tell people about it, everyone thinks it's the grandest thing ever thought of, and promptly assure the inventor of their 100% support. They place themselves at the helm of this ship, and have a whole flock of other ingenious ideas and developments. Everything is so jolly and smooth, and they are so proud of themselves for having brought it all this far.
Until something goes wrong.
Then they conveniently remember that "Hereitsyourbaby", and walk out the door.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too true!

You are very good at expressing my opinions!

10:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I totally agree, too true...

11:02 PM  

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