Poem -

don't touch the sky

I come to bed early
strange brain on

thoughts that are heavy
thoughts too damn long

it is quiet here, a quiet street
bedroom is pleasing
the dog warms my feet

I think of my nan 
of that long ago sea
how she conquered the waves
holding one year old me

high on her shoulders
so my head touched the sky
all that desolate ocean
a seagull's lone cry

even then I felt terror
at the swell and the shift
sensed there was no control
that this world was adrift
even then,

M

 

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Bernadete van d...

When one had to endure so much suffering and is still standing up,
one has reached the stars, even without touching the skies. Hugs,  B 

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Marion

Hi B, I think the great thing about writing is that anything at all can be written about, truth half truths perspectives fiction...  down right porkies 🤩 The alphabet suddenly becomes a magical world where anything at all can be expressed, regurgitated or made up. Long may we both find pleasure and release in writing. Thankyou lovely lady... hugs x

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Rory McGinlay

Your lack of parentheses impress me. Really not much that doesn't though 

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Marion

Hey... thanks R.  Uummm... what's parenthesis? 😃😆😆 X

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Rory McGinlay

My understanding of a parenthetical is a word wasted. You can take out such a word without it affecting the meaning of the sentence; the rain fell from the sky. For example, well where else would rain fall from? I guess I'm saying you don't waste your words, makes for a tighter sentence. Great work M

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Marion

Thankyou for noticing R... truly. I'm experimenting x

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Marion

Thanks so much Ashley... hugs x

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