No I would argue with your poet/writer as far as it goes with the 'longing for earth.' if you meant six feet under. My shoulder wakes me up after an hour or two due to pain. It was my best sleeping side too. Sometimes I go back to sleep and sometimes I don't and sometimes the TV (music??) puts me to sleep and other times it keeps me awake. Getting old is not fun and I know it will be worse. Within ten +/- years I expect to be blind, my dad and all the males in my line were. But please no dirt over me until it is 'natual causes' and God's will. So please tell your 'poet' to hang in there! 🙂 ..
Jim! no, no ,no for sure! Life is too exciting and gorgeous to ever wish a second away! My poet self speaks of earth as in earthing the electrical energy, releasing through connection. Hope that reassures you 🙂
SisterJuliaArts 
February 22, 2010 at 12:26 am
Oh, for that rest. Your poem makes me think of Robert Frost's “To Earthward.” A favorite. Thanks for this.
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February 22, 2010 at 12:57 am
like the urgency of rhythm in that first stanza, lovely strength.
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February 22, 2010 at 1:08 am
I can relate to your words…you expressed that feeling beautifully.
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February 22, 2010 at 2:09 am
Sometimes sleep seems so elusive.
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February 22, 2010 at 3:17 am
flowing and lyrcial.
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February 22, 2010 at 10:33 am
Just wow Sandy! I've never read Earthward before, it's beautiful, thank you for the introduction.
Urgency is a perfect word thank you Pearl, it's definitely difficult to sleep through!
Thankyou Sweetest in the Gale, I wish for the peace for us both then!
Far too! Stan, elusive whilst essential is not a good mix!
Thank you Mia 🙂
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February 22, 2010 at 11:27 am
Sleeplessness makes me sick, why is it so hard to have it when i needed it most?
well said dear!
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February 23, 2010 at 2:41 am
No I would argue with your poet/writer as far as it goes with the 'longing for earth.' if you meant six feet under.
My shoulder wakes me up after an hour or two due to pain. It was my best sleeping side too.
Sometimes I go back to sleep and sometimes I don't and sometimes the TV (music??) puts me to sleep and other times it keeps me awake.
Getting old is not fun and I know it will be worse. Within ten +/- years I expect to be blind, my dad and all the males in my line were. But please no dirt over me until it is 'natual causes' and God's will.
So please tell your 'poet' to hang in there! 🙂
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February 23, 2010 at 7:17 am
Part of me crumples
At the centre of feeling.
is just pure genius.
Lovely work.
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February 23, 2010 at 3:17 pm
Thank you Amity…I wish you peaceful sleep!
Jim! no, no ,no for sure! Life is too exciting and gorgeous to ever wish a second away! My poet self speaks of earth as in earthing the electrical energy, releasing through connection.
Hope that reassures you 🙂
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February 23, 2010 at 3:19 pm
Felicity 🙂
Thank you for you generous comment! I'm glad you liked it.
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February 23, 2010 at 11:42 pm
I love the description and the yearning that are so neatly joined here.
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