Happenstance excites a haunted hostess.
She must learn to own
her accidental function.
The sons of earth are hers to please.
She nurtures the flowers of unseen seeds,
-seeds she never sowed-
and assumes the burdens of every bed.
(you are the one who saw a garden in the wilderness)
Tomorrow means more sun,
-That is all things ever need-
shining on the tiles in the floor.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
There is this
and that
and more
of this.
What else was there supposed to be?
(They would have always been here too,
with you or without.
and even still-
the rain still
falls-
How can you manage existence?)
Author notes
Written August 17th, 2006
A contest entry
- Dear Abby - advice pieces by vampira1665.
500 points, ended August 18, 2006, 12 entries
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Comments
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weird. i like it a lot. best one of yours i've read i think.
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WOW, I really like this. Very well done and I have to re-read this many times to go through each line for a deeper meaning that I KNOW is there.
Hugs and bites, Vampy
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