Open Poetry #32 |
Weeding |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I feel it, not sure whether they are tears of sadness, sweat or droplets of rain landing on my cheeks on this cloudy day. I work those weeds, each tug a pull on my heart, each dig a stab to my soul, the smell of earth strong reminding me that tomorrow will be more of the same. What difference does a day make? Why do I let it change the mood I am in? Unanswering myself, I am decidedly mute, softening my thoughts until only the tears are left to mind. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Sigh, Maureen! Some really great imagery here, but sooooo sad! Tomorrow will be better, tears dry NOW. Love, Margherita |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
HeyGalFriend~ Wishing I was there to help you with the 'weeding'~ Sending *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Very sad… but an enjoyable read. JL She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I have often been there too |
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