We’re spinning our wheels
Slick as ice
Sacrificing time
On the borderline of love and hate
We’re wasting away, trying
We’re like a dying weed
Ripped by its roots
-Because the truth is ugly
It’s too late to take it back
The damage has been done
We’ve come undone
Like the frayed ends of a dripping sun
Hidden by the rain
Everything changes, evolves and transcends
And nothing is the same
We almost reached a place
Where we should have been safe
But loving is never easy
And we got lazy along the way
Bitten by resentment
Now we’re sitting here
Not saying a word, -again
Wondering why we’re here at all
Spinning our wheels
Taking the fall
One more time
Please tell me what you think
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INteresting that return the favor brought me here, where one is struggling with the corrosive cost of proximity. I have decided that one of the best gifts to give in relationship is "Do over! when you agree it is a mistake to make policy after you have allowed your emotions to get out of control. In effect, take it back, undo the damage done. It has merit, that idea...
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Hallo Wendy!
It is never never never too late! And if we are frozen for a while, whatever does that mean but that we had a tiny delay?
On an Eternal scale it is not even noticed, Love!
Good to read you again. Did you forget me?
Love
Myra
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a tattered napkin
that's fumbled with mashed rice wording
piled high upon a plaid print saucered plate
a table set for two with matching sorrow
forever hungered in a processed cheese world
a little sweet prayer of hope
and then its time to eat again
Hey Wenders!!!
every time I read your stuff my heart just aches to give you a big safe warm daddy hug of support. you are amazing with the words girlie!
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This is a very profound piece of work you've penned, something that most people can relate to aswell, oh and i think the title is just fine as it is.
Well done abd thanks for dropping by
All the best to you
Ken
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timely, a match lighted in a dark room, a sound disturbing its silence
I think and feel things like these that envelop themselves in superstitious fear and don't put them on the page in words because it hurts too much. But you could and you did. The poem conveys a healing force.
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wow
this was intense.. the ending stanza just says it all.
Yvonne
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Sounds like we are learning some of the same lessons!
I Love the "loving is never easy." Now that is 'ugly truth'. I think it is the damage done by childhood fairytails that we want to believe that it should come naturally with the 'right' person; but it is hard work. No one walks the same path, has the same experience, learns the same lessons, has the same talents and flaws. We regulate repeated behavior to habit, so our struggles become habitual, 'the spinning wheel' coming around again. Success requires breaking old habits, recognizing and capturing resentment, declaring and maintaining that safe place as sacrosanct gift to each other. -
Oooh! Been there, done that. Your words are thankfully not too bitter, but the sadness and futility come through with heart piercing accuracy. I like the way you come back to the metaphor of spinning wheels at the end. Perhaps the title could be changed so as not to overdo it. IMHO Bravo!
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Sounds like
Sadky in sounds like the romance has ended and your words though gentle are easy to understand. No Bs .. Just baby it's over. Nicely penned poet.
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I can almost never find words to express myself after I read something of yours, and it's getting pretty annoying I can almost relate to this just by reading, like it's so well written that even though I don't know personally, I can imagine it and almost feel it. It's eerie actually.
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Thank you so much for your generous and kind comments. I really appreciate it. I don't write much these days.
Glad you liked it.
~ Wendy
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