sleep
The sound of her breathing
too intimate
to share
A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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This disease
a bruising trebuchet battering at your fortress attacking from within Insidious conjured unforseen unbidden catastrophic sneaking from som...
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thick love like wading through honey without the sweet goldenness through mud but without the soothing coolness tapioca? not slimy - diff...
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paper cotton leather linen lace teeth (skin) and fingernails scraping teetering on the sharpest edge of hope and disappointment ground(?) w...
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1927-2002 How terribly strange to be orphaned. Too young a word for someone my age. Sudden yet hardly unforeseen in the gym Wednesday, gone ...
1 comment:
I didn't realise that you were still writing here but have just caught up with these words. I thought that the Thesaurus of Loss' was truly brilliant. Wonderful and powerful. I'm sorry that I had missed these, but they stop me short in their tender brilliance.
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