ya know when the world seems to start closing down

just before the new path shows itself

sh!t that a scary time

where the hell's my teddy bear when i need him most

that very silent lonely time when you can hear a pin drop and you don't want to hear a pin drop or that phrase

and "if you love him set him free" begins to clutter your head with ghostly images and living dread for all the lovers you've set free

you don't find yourself spinning into the vortex of a whirlpool but if you were a caver now would be that time your headlamp died and your 150 foot rope ran out

i wrote a poem about it once called "Dangling"

before you start thinking I'm not such a birdbrain idiot that I'm gonna cut that loved one branch off behind me...life manages to do that without me quite nicely

i of course i realize there may be other woodmen about who sharpen their axes to do just that

one... not thru his own fault... has already harvested his part of the forest and gone to a better one over the hill and can't be seen anymore

and that loss has released my emotional sensitivity and seizes me tonite

I've lost a loveone...I'm alone and have no one to talk to

i better find something to do

like feed the 3D birds outside my computer window but it's too dark for that

the flying rodents are coming early tomorrow

Squirrels..grey American ones..to eat the sunflower seeds

a friend asked me about favorite poems today and i found that last year i posted this one on this same day

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Darkness Falls

The first cold wind keening in the distance

drama seen through gray mists of regret

effort, labor, the fruits an illusion

bleeding tears over children never met

Body broken and core essence crushed

fearful and quaking as life, wasted, fails

spirit wounded a thousand deep, raw, cuts

chilled at my spine, memories like nails

Nothing given, alone and resentful

lovers lost a heart longing, tortured

shivering pain, failures, ending at last

look back despairing, the view, dim, fractured

Time held cheaply til night swiftly falls

show not my fears as darkness descends

once arrogance and power, hope gutted

only our love through the dark

veil of night transcends

Comments

nan shartel Nov. 17, 2011 @ 1:50 a.m.

oh no!!! now my blog won't post on the main page either Ms Roody...ur blog problem is catching...YIKES!!!!

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nan shartel Nov. 17, 2011 @ 1:53 a.m.

help web administrator...this doesn't show up on the main blog page

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quillpena Nov. 17, 2011 @ 1:02 p.m.

scary but with a tinge of hope toward the end--nice, nan.

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nan shartel Nov. 18, 2011 @ 8:07 a.m.

one of the saddest things about my husbands condition Quill is that often i have no one to talk to

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nan shartel Nov. 18, 2011 @ 8:03 a.m.

nighttime can get scary Quill...i hesitated when i posted this...it shows so succinctly how vulnerable i occasionally get....especially when i lose a very special loved one

a moment of internal emotional intensity...perhaps too raw to share...even i question it's posting

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quillpena Nov. 18, 2011 @ 1:51 p.m.

you're brave for posting it, nan, very few care to expose their vulnerabilities--only the brave, and the artistic.

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Ruth Newell Nov. 18, 2011 @ 6:26 p.m.

I agree with Quill, Nan. So much of what you do daily, woman, takes great courage.

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nan shartel Nov. 19, 2011 @ 7:34 p.m.

aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh thx Roody...i love reading and commenting to u Quill when he writes RZ and Dadler

there r a few others here..new fine writers arrive from time to time...keep up ur great work sweetie and again thx ;-D

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nan shartel Nov. 19, 2011 @ 7:31 p.m.

i treasure ur generous spirit Quill...that u come read and comment means a great deal to me

once again thank you ;-D

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nan shartel Nov. 19, 2011 @ 7:36 p.m.

RZ....thx hunnyshorts...and ur poems just get better and better ;-D

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quillpena Nov. 20, 2011 @ 3:42 p.m.

It's a little early, but hope you all have a great Thanksgiving.

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nan shartel Nov. 20, 2011 @ 8:35 p.m.

may u have a wonderful one as well Quill

John Fitzgerald Kennedy As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.

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nan shartel Nov. 20, 2011 @ 8:42 p.m.

and a Happy Thanksgiving to each and everyone of my READER friends

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