Open Poetry #50 |
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Feeling Flaky: An Itch I Can’t Reach |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere ![]() |
Longing for an awesome from years gone by leaves the taint of discontent on the status quo. That impetus that now lies dead in the dirt of past traumas and drama and all regret, once fueled a struggling self esteem. Energy and innocence of youth spent rolling a boulder of bad choices uphill. Only to arrive broken, tired and uninspired to an age where life feels like just another chore gathering dust as it waits to be done. The monotony is disrupted in moments, like memories, fleeting. Joy is practically painful to the touch. So tender as to render tears. Priceless still. Settling for a bed made for sleeping dreams and calling it contentment. LGR(C)1/27/19 |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
quote: Hmm… This reads like a watercolor in the rain, Miss Lori. I could have quoted the entire piece. Please tell me it’s pure, unadulterated fiction... It is...right ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
No, sadly it is not. However, it is a passing cloud. It is not where I live but a place that comes to visit uninvited. Not to worry, clouds never last forever and even when they linger they make for breathtaking sun sets and rises. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGfNsHCND90 Toss this around, Miss Lori...and see if it makes a salad. ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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