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gone

Posted on by Jeanne

depression
leaves behind
wasteland -where

no one wants to be around

the burning house
water scarce,
the world parched.

reach inside
those remaining bones
burnt answers -hidden

visions gone awry
buried by hands
of a savior.

Oh! how i need him now.

Who pleases me
as i answer
to the wrong world

you wrapped around my soul

gripped too tight
squeezing what was left of me
swirling down…

in scented letters -sent.

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9 thoughts on “gone”

  1. Reading Anne Sexton. Looking at how to develop my poetry to the next level… my problem is i go with the first thought. I need to wade through the weeds and dig deeper. We shall see if i can focus long enough and go there. It’s difficult when your writing room is packed in boxes. And a million things on your mind. Including doing taxes. Need to drift into my unconscious where i haven’t been lately. Being mentally lazy???? Miss that time alone. Guess i am overwhelmed with this move! BTW…. thanks for asking. I am happy you found peace to face today.

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      2. Reading Anne Sexton. Looking at how to develop my poetry to the next level… my problem is i go with the first thought. I need to wade through the weeds and dig deeper. We shall see if i can focus long enough and go there. It’s difficult when your writing room is packed in boxes. And a million things on your mind. Including doing taxes. Need to drift into my unconscious where i haven’t been lately. Being mentally lazy???? Miss that time alone. Guess i am overwhelmed with this move! BTW…. thanks for asking. I am happy you found peace to face today.

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      3. Everything will fall into place Jeanne, remember to trust the process as well as the timing. You are awesome and an inspiration to me and to many more readers and writers, I assure you that.

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