Monday, November 19, 2012

Sitting (Blogophilia 39.5)

Sitting
Three months after the fall.
Wondering if my
Departure meant anything at all.

Tapestry unravelling
Around my feet
Where I sit
Expectations to beat.

Plans that I made
Have ground to a halt.
And the novel
Sits quietly in the vault.

A harvest of thanks
Is what I should feel.
But it feels more
Like a spur in my heel.

Yet the thanks do flow
Out from my mouth
For it could be
Worse here in the South

No more gobbbledygook
I have to fear
Or politicians
I have to hear.  





8 comments:

  1. It sounds like you have found a measure of silence, maybe even peace, and don't know what to do with it.

    Great write

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    1. Kind of. I'm still looking for the kick start to the next phase.

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  2. Not hearing any politicans is a blessing I'm still enjoying...

    TM

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  3. Bring forth the novel from the vault
    and lay siege upon it with your best assault!
    Let the politicians lie where they fell
    and soon all the others will join them on their journey to...
    um excuse me where was I?
    oh yes! 8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  4. I'm so glad I don't have to hear anymore politicians and getting junk flyers in the mail of them. Great poem!

    Michelle K :)

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  5. Some solace been met :) Potent, Happy Thanksgiving love xoxo

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  6. Here's to your blog...a toast...could not agree more :-) Demme

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