The warm dry smell of tiredness
Invading in waves
My conscious awareness
Stripping energy and sapping strength
melting resistance, befuddling my brain
Tiredness
Tired and dry and lonely in the noise
Needing softness and support
Longing to stop all other forces
To drop the socks
The shirts
The plates
Longing to meet all arguments
With the gaze of non-recognition
And just sleep.
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I do wonder, Julia, how it is that you don't ALL just fall crazy in love with each other and get it over with...
Falling in love, I mean.
I have -
The Universe
'Don't be satisfied with the stories that come before you... Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi
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- Much amazing Love, Two beautiful sons, I grew by the beach, But I'm not yet done. I like to play with paper, Paint and beads and gum. Creation can be messy But Spirit's in the fun.
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I do wonder, Julia, how it is that you don't ALL just fall crazy in love with each other and get it over with...
Falling in love, I mean.
I have -
The Universe
3 comments:
Very nicely done.
SisterJulia!
You have a blog!
COOL!
I love the pix on the walls!
Crayons, colored pencils....
Star Wars?
Dainty things hanging on a pink board....OK, I've been in here too long....
Leaving now.
Plus a nice bit of poetry on the way through.
Quite the talent, you are.
I SO recognise this feeling, perfectly described!
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