Gentle Reader,
No fanfare tonight. Just creepy clowns who deserve to be punched in the face and coffee from Luke’s Diner. Kate says: test.
Go.
Tonight, my eyes, they droop
Tonight, my shoulders stoop
Breath, deep, slow, in and out
As sleep around me creeps about
Tonight, my body feels the strain
Tonight, the ache, the wearied drain
Lashes flutter against my cheeks
The pull of dreams, whispers, creaks
Tonight, so many roads to go
Tonight, a spin of questions flow
But for now, hit pause and rest
Tomorrow return to bittersweet test
Stop.
Your words are so beautiful. I can’t seem to rhyme to save my life. But this is good. Thank you.
Hugs,
Melinda (#3 this week)
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Achingly beautiful!
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I love your poetry! I’m going to cuddle up with a good poetry book (YOURS!) this vacation :).
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Beautiful poem friend!
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I couldn’t write something that redolent of feeling and implicit faith in five weeks, let alone five minutes. GREAT job, Marie!
#2 at FMF this week.
http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/10/your-dying-spouse-216-lethal-legacy-fmf.html
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Oh my gosh! I am sooo over the clowns and sooo ready for GG!
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Strangely enough, I thought it was going to be about creepy clowns. I actually wrote a short fiction (mild horror) piece on my “Powered by Robots” blog, but I’d hardly call it uplifting. 😉
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Love this, Marie!
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Wonderful words! Visiting from FMF today.
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Absolutely powerful!!
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I know you are feeling this physically along with mentally and emotionally but I can relate to this mentally and emotionally right now. Beautifully true! thank you for writing it so well for the rest of us who agrees.
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“But for now, hit pause and rest
Tomorrow return to bittersweet test”
Great words for me to end my night. Tomorrow is upon me, but pause and rest, I must.
Beautiful.
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