a nap to kin
wiping it as heart woke him up,
the ear holds headache
emotion isn't in time but by pulse
with coldest winter
freezing story
no season for single parenting,
the warmth of my habits can't steady
where to plant on compensation
see ground, through a train station
I haven't the hand to give my girl the ticket
never reeling caught in marriage cargo --
will there be a lampshade if he doesn't wear our cowboy hat ~
coping thinking, I stare at what to type
like before I knew what produce can look like;
or trust development yet of tap
as a bowl put on shelf can be a doorbell sound,
it delivers what store didn't have...
in proximity of nature cucumber will be watery
not just tried, but how do I hold teardrops back
in impending need to supply better
health of union can peel too early
he tells me I'm unskilled for office sheets;
forced separation by us, her face would be filmed by me
and custody of direction now can't be fancy what to eat
Author notes
I hope I have a day to reponder this
though I feel insult I'm too late
WOW, JUDGE : thanks for following worry over a specific separation spoken, but it wasn't to be a highlighter of divorce but death shaking the tongue. my husband keeps wording how he's afraid this season's been too hard on him with our regular load of stress. At which we've learned detours out of some, but I'm frightful trying to figure it on my own or more.
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good luck isn't skillfully flowing
please don't make me feel you're too sick to give comment without emoticons and the applause,
though rose is curative curtly
A contest entry
- Show me what scares you by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended February 9, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
my chest was heard too
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Well, your imagery is strong, as is your metaphor and allusion. I get the sense of someone contemplating divorce because of an alcoholic partner?
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as an orange, thanks
Hello Danna Hobart
thank you for giving me gold, even though I don't need to be that kind of provider ha-ha. oh I do need to chuckle and not turn the pencil too dark even though my daughter realized this topic could turn that.
I hope you saw my extra author notes I put in for you, during anonymous period for response to your note. I apologize if when I'm frightened I tighten too much for every connection, I appreciate your read for finding veins through the forest or trees so to speak. Spouse disturbed about health without confidence for my responsibility outside of house is a hard corner to present... cathartic/creative/reality
I'll be happy having points while launching a new babies account for prompts as well as my poems,
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Sometimes I read way too much into things. The line about the lampshade made me think of drinking, because of the cliche about getting drunk at parties and wearing a lampshade for a hat.
Thanks for your explanation. It makes sense the way you explained it.
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