When caring became a burden
And happiness was something I no longer associated with your name
A part of me I did not know well
Stood up and walked my tired zombie limbs
And ancient autopilot brain
to the bubbling brewing cauldron
of epicenter strength
and looked in
Reach for the mouse to click and delete
the ingredients that made me always want things to work out
As Norman Rockwell images
slid past the weary windowpanes of soul
and dreams stitched up with floss
bubbled to the surface
to be sloughed off with a dose
of spiritual loofah
In a list
A contest entry
- Patience?????? One Day Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended March 6, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was very differnt, almost morbid, althought it was written well i didnt like it, I guess thats because we are attached and I dont like you to ever feel or of felt in this sort of a way
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Thank you Ben, I appreciate this comment because you know me well and know I am very much alive but can remember a time when I felt like a walking zombie. It is a very negative poem indeed. Thanks for reading!
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Oh another way to make oneself be patient....great tongue in cheek poem.
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Thanks for the contest, made me ruminate over a few things worth thinking about. COngrats to the winners.
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Poetry
your words are poetry in motion. Such feeling coming from your mind to the pen and paper...Good luck in the contest.
Yvonne
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smiley, thank you so much for reading and commenting, I appreciate your words!
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