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Saturday, January 9, 2010
An Untitled Poem. An Unsure Future.
Poem #4 for the RWP Poetry Mini-Challenge. This was a tough one. It's pretty generic at the moment, but I'm in too much pain to continue and too weak to follow through. Tomorrow promises more of the same. In my dreams I'll have the strength to do what I need to do. Untitled.
The promises Have been broken Shattered as you Walk out the door
Picking them up Is an unbearable task At the moment
In the morning When the world Starts brand new I will too
Fortune Teller. Poet. Vixen. I'm complicated. Who isn't? Relish is my favorite word, 7 is my favorite number and silver is my favorite color. Family is the most important thing to me. I have two reasons for waking up in the morning, my son, Jonathan Rowan and my dog, Lola.
Full of sadness but totally moving.
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My heart hurts alongside yours. I hope you will start over and continue to write. Your words move me.
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http://juliejordanscott.typepad.com/jjspoetry/2010/01/when.html
I'm sorry you're going through this pain. I admire you for sharing it with all of us.
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