Alarm clocks rings to another day ~
We get out of bed with nothing to say.
Breakfast to get..coffee to put on~
You get dressed..eat...then you are gone.
Not even two words were ever said ~
A tear falls silently as I make the bed.
I sit at my computer ..another poem to write~
I work hard to get it just right.
I get up and clean ...and put supper on ~
It won't be long till you'll be home.
You come in and eat then watch TV ~
You hardly even look at me.
I ask you to read my poem..hoping to share~
You said you were to tired..you didn't even care.
Writing is not just a hobby ...it's a need~
Strange how it made my heart just bleed.
Something that brings me so much happiness ~
Should not be so easily dismissed.
I lay the poem down and return to my chair~
You are a million miles away just sitting there.
I wonder how I can get back in your heart~
But I would not even know how to start.
You have grown so farway from me ~
I'm sitting beside you , yet you don't see.
I am destined to always feel so alone~
Trapped in this coldness we call home.
I AGREE WITH TRACEY HARDIE, AND THANKS FOR THE LAUGH SKETCHMAN.
IT'S AMAZING HOW FEW PEOPLE REALIZE, THAT WE ARE NOT ALWAYS WRITING ABOUT OURSELVES.
YOU ARE SUCH AN ANGEL FOR FULLFILLING ALL THOSE REQUEST FOR POEMS. YOUR SUCH A WONDERFUL POET.
LIKE THE MAN IN THE POEM, THAT WAS MY HUSBAND FOR AWHILE. HE FELT LIKE MY WRITING TOOK ME AWAY FROM HIM,BECAUSE I WOULD GET LOST IN THOUGHT INTO IT. HE WAS RIGHT.
POETRY AND FOOTBALL. LIKE A WOMEN ONCE TOLD ME "I CAN WALK PASS MY HUSBAND NAKED DURING A FOOTBALL GAME, AND HE DON'T EVEN NOTICE."
MEN HAVE INTEREST THAT PUTS THEM DEEP IN THOUGHT THAT YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND, SO WHY DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO UNDERSTAND YOURS? SOME MEN ARE SO WRAPPED UP INTO CONTROLING WHAT THEIR WIFE IS DOING.THERE WIFE HAS NO LIFE OF HER OWN. COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, IF YOU NEVER WENT THROUGH THAT.
OTHERWISE, TALK TO YOUR HUSBAND, AND REALLY LISTEN TO WHAT HE IS SAYING. ON A MAN'S PREPECTIVE. IF YOU CAN?
i would have to agree with all of them.
thanks for sharing your true feelings, linda.
< <hugs>>
jing
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Linda. This is some thing that many feel. A lot of people do not understand the importance of sharing even some thing that is not of interest to them.
I have faced this myself only I take refuge in the TV so I will not feel the loneliness or the hurt.
You are just being frank Linda and that is relaxing in itself.
i am sorry you are not happy. my prayers are with you!! (darn!! another name i have to add to my one poem..) love, and ((GENTLE HUGS)), your friend, karen lynn. e-mail me, okay?? we'll talk....
Beautiful emotions... you captured them perfectly.
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Wonderful write ... i reach to your heart and understand you a lot ... This is a wonedrful write and i loved it so much ... evenwhen its so beautiful i would like to say ... one just one thing ....
Life is so beautiful share it with the person near the TV .... Poem is ur life ... sometimes his interest is TV ... There is always something to share it with ... Sometimes u may not get the full support ... Then you have another GO which is most imrtant ...Look into the world around ... YOu will have lot of friends here and there who love ur poems a lot and who love to be with you always and good friends .. think of those who love your write ... its not at all necessary that what you write is liked by all in this world .... think of those who like that .. and always keep smiling ... Love the person as before you were just a simple writer ...
Hope you get me ...
Well i have just one thing to tell .. always keep smiling and take care of your good health ... Linda ... poem is not only the world you live in .. think of others tooo near you ...
I know how much you love your poems ......
If this is just a poem .. i will say its really so beautiful and really great .. read this poem a lot of times ....
So many share this situation. (((LINDA))), makes my heart ache. Wonderfully written, straight from your heart all your friends and fans at AD
Reviewed by Drkman (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Linda,
Sucha beautiful lady deserves so much more. I will always be here to read every precious word you write. You are a truly great talent. Drkman
Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Linda, painfully honest poem here. I was there once..along time ago. Hugs to you sweet lady.
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
when does it happen where are the signs
we seem not to see them until it is too late
these questions i have asked myself time and time again and now once more after reading this. I have been in this place i called it my the morgue wedding. like laying on cold steel. If this is real for you i feel your pain.
Well Linda this is a great write.. but the sad thing is .. men feel the same way, they just dont show it as much as women do. If only... Great write!!!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Threadbare. Your cupboard is so threadbare.
Is this it? And no that is not your picture.
Reviewed by Little Miss...
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Linda...
I believe the best poetry is that which is written from the heart.
It hit a raw nerve with me and has made me realise how lucky i am to have what i have :)
Thank you for sharing this..
Love to you always,
Take care,
Jilly x
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
Linda,
Stuck in this coldness we call home is the title of homes all acrosss America for many housewives thanks for speaking for them all.. in this wonderful painful piece.. Done so well....
Peg
So sad Linda...but you have two homes now and we love your work!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 24, 2002
I can relate to this Linda. I write because I can express myself in ways my wife can't understand.
Great write Linda! I hope your house can be filled again with Joy (not soap) and happiness.
Might that be a pic of you? You could get sketched you know, better watch it? my friend....
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IT'S AMAZING HOW FEW PEOPLE REALIZE, THAT WE ARE NOT ALWAYS WRITING ABOUT OURSELVES.
YOU ARE SUCH AN ANGEL FOR FULLFILLING ALL THOSE REQUEST FOR POEMS. YOUR SUCH A WONDERFUL POET.
LIKE THE MAN IN THE POEM, THAT WAS MY HUSBAND FOR AWHILE. HE FELT LIKE MY WRITING TOOK ME AWAY FROM HIM,BECAUSE I WOULD GET LOST IN THOUGHT INTO IT. HE WAS RIGHT.
POETRY AND FOOTBALL. LIKE A WOMEN ONCE TOLD ME "I CAN WALK PASS MY HUSBAND NAKED DURING A FOOTBALL GAME, AND HE DON'T EVEN NOTICE."
MEN HAVE INTEREST THAT PUTS THEM DEEP IN THOUGHT THAT YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND, SO WHY DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO UNDERSTAND YOURS? SOME MEN ARE SO WRAPPED UP INTO CONTROLING WHAT THEIR WIFE IS DOING.THERE WIFE HAS NO LIFE OF HER OWN. COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, IF YOU NEVER WENT THROUGH THAT.
OTHERWISE, TALK TO YOUR HUSBAND, AND REALLY LISTEN TO WHAT HE IS SAYING. ON A MAN'S PREPECTIVE. IF YOU CAN?
thanks for sharing your true feelings, linda.
< <hugs>>
jing
I have faced this myself only I take refuge in the TV so I will not feel the loneliness or the hurt.
You are just being frank Linda and that is relaxing in itself.
Love from India - Your friend Joel -
Life is so beautiful share it with the person near the TV .... Poem is ur life ... sometimes his interest is TV ... There is always something to share it with ... Sometimes u may not get the full support ... Then you have another GO which is most imrtant ...Look into the world around ... YOu will have lot of friends here and there who love ur poems a lot and who love to be with you always and good friends .. think of those who love your write ... its not at all necessary that what you write is liked by all in this world .... think of those who like that .. and always keep smiling ... Love the person as before you were just a simple writer ...
Hope you get me ...
Well i have just one thing to tell .. always keep smiling and take care of your good health ... Linda ... poem is not only the world you live in .. think of others tooo near you ...
I know how much you love your poems ......
If this is just a poem .. i will say its really so beautiful and really great .. read this poem a lot of times ....
~coldness we call home~
Sucha beautiful lady deserves so much more. I will always be here to read every precious word you write. You are a truly great talent. Drkman
we seem not to see them until it is too late
these questions i have asked myself time and time again and now once more after reading this. I have been in this place i called it my the morgue wedding. like laying on cold steel. If this is real for you i feel your pain.
Is this it? And no that is not your picture.
I believe the best poetry is that which is written from the heart.
It hit a raw nerve with me and has made me realise how lucky i am to have what i have :)
Thank you for sharing this..
Love to you always,
Take care,
Jilly x
Stuck in this coldness we call home is the title of homes all acrosss America for many housewives thanks for speaking for them all.. in this wonderful painful piece.. Done so well....
Peg
Great write Linda! I hope your house can be filled again with Joy (not soap) and happiness.
Might that be a pic of you? You could get sketched you know, better watch it? my friend....