Poem: Not Made to Measure   1 comment

Quarry House

scales 2_resize

Scales on the window sill.
An antique, a decoration,
a reminder

of why you do not use them any longer,
of how age has taught you
the more you live,

the less exactness matters.

About the poem

I am what my kids call and “ish” guy. Things, time, expectations are always more “ish” than definite and precise. I find it serves me well, whether cooking, getting places, or loving people.

The title is a play on words. I like doing that.


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Posted April 15, 2020 by kenneturner in Information

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  1. This poem is the awesome

    Liked by 1 person

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