My personal sky beckons
it’s only a thought in a myriad
a notion inside a mirage
as
the daily things await
speckled in plastic blood
percolating on brain’s horizon
they wait on the sink
in the kitchen
punched in to-do lists
table… desk… call list… laundry room
porch… yard… garage… basement
bills… letters… calls
they do not march
but sit quietly… expanding
gnawing on my mind
I push them aside and go to
my journal and quietly write
in my personal sky
as the chores
silently
cringe
and ominously
grOW
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Yet you've found the magic in these trivial things, too. Bravo.
Greetings.
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~Nikki~
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
- J -
Its so good to see a write from you. I was just sitting here glaring at my own lists.. And am not sure yet who will win the stare off ;)
Excellent write..
Melanie