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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.






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Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle 5/28/2009
I like how the words flow in this poem.This is very good.take care

Reviewed by Lois Christensen 7/14/2008
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 5/18/2008
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 5/18/2008
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 5/18/2008
Kim i love htis write.....all of hits a nerve....the human condition...we share or choose to hear ya,
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