no, no, no, no!
I am cement on my carpet
balled up on the floor
asphyxiating on memories
of me
of you
I wonder what she thinks…
the lady underneath
the slender division
…of our apartments
downstairs soon to flood
corroding her rocking chair
My relentless tears
leak through conjoining cracks
Oh the afghan of happiness she thought she had back..
nice post!
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Thanks so much :))
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I really like this. The tears….
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Thank you so much ❤️
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Great title, and as usual, brilliant writing :))
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Thank you Jay- I appreciate that very much!
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tragically beautiful! The poem and the artwork go so well together.
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Thank you Lori!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Brilliant at usual, your words and honesty cut through
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Thanks so much babe. 💋❤️
That means a lot to me.
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Always a great depth of emotion..
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Thank you Syl 😊
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THESE TEARS SPEAK VOLUMES.
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Thank you so much Jonathan.
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Reblogged this on Jin Okubo.
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collateral damage. all she could manage. must be something in the air. the care. warning. alarms sounding all along the proverbial watchtowers.
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Lovely read! Bless you. 🙂
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Thank you Vee! Many blessings to you too 💖
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My pleasure always. 🙂 The blessings are plentiful. 🙂
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Amen sister! God is very good indeed. 💖💖
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Fantastic, as always. The picture (is it a painting) fits the poetry so well. I’m a huge fan.
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I believe it is a painting, yes. Thank you so very much Dave!!
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