The warm dry smell of tiredness
Invading in waves
My conscious awareness
Stripping energy and sapping strength
melting resistance, befuddling my brain
Tiredness
Tired and dry and lonely in the noise
Needing softness and support
Longing to stop all other forces
To drop the socks
The shirts
The plates
Longing to meet all arguments
With the gaze of non-recognition
And just sleep.
November 28, 2008 at 11:26 pm
Very nicely done.
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December 11, 2008 at 3:28 pm
SisterJulia!>You have a blog!>COOL!>I love the pix on the walls!>Crayons, colored pencils….>Star Wars?>Dainty things hanging on a pink board….OK, I’ve been in here too long….>Leaving now.>>Plus a nice bit of poetry on the way through.>Quite the talent, you are.
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May 15, 2009 at 5:46 pm
I SO recognise this feeling, perfectly described!
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