A Touch of Heavy
by K. Mulroney
Saturday, May 17, 2008
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Sometimes my head seems much too heavy for me to carry.
The overload of wishing and humming those songs that rip you open,
are most times a moment to lengthy to bare.
Indulgence. Not a viable solution these days
My shoulders are aged and slumped and I can’t move the weight much longer.
I don’t want to push and shove it no more.
I don’t want to shift and replace it again.
Don’t want to excuse or power paint it. Can’t.
Maybe it was meant to be, for the zi-trillionth time.
There are only so many sidewalks to leave a shadow on.
Only a choice few uncovered corners, still, detached and forlorn enough to offer a breather.
And I do so need a breather.
There has to be a bag or suitcase, some kind of tote, waiting full to bustin’ with my answers.
But I don’t see a place wide enough for it to hide.
And if that’s the case, then the answer I seek is. . . I have no answers.
And that needs no sack to lie in.
Sometimes my head stays much too heavy to carry.
By: K. Mulroney
Picture by: www.positivecurfew.com/.../
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|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|I like how the words flow in this poem.This is very good.take care
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Stop to smell the roses in your old age. Live it up to the utmost in all you do. Life is not over for you yet.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Although these old eyes had to squint (because of font size), I felt this one. Excellent, K, so nice to see you posting again, I've missed you! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|I can relate. You really brought the details out and made this poem sing. Excellent write and it's great to hear from you again. Liz|
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|Kim i love htis write.....all of it...it hits a nerve....the human condition...we share or choose to what...seek..........i hear ya,