in weather where words are seen
harsh cold, clenching of tired teeth
blankets laid to the edge of the seat
a glass house of fogged windows erased to see.
careful hands on the wheel
worn out from love and compromise
loosened by the grip of sleep.
falling rain beats a rhythm
echoed deep into the dome of the drum
rigid and sharp, simple eyes no longer shut.
dark midnight blue, deep serene
faint hints of sweet wood
and chorus of critters within reeds
silent cuts of gravel decisions
lead by hand over hand swift movements
winding safely sheltered, a place at home
between arms and linen sheets.
About the Creator
venice
i still write, you still inspire
based in toronto
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Loud Silence
My life is somewhat stressful right now. Actually, my husband and I are somewhat stressed right now. With the usual stresses of work, finances, and life, my mother-in-law has terminal cancer and is fading fast. At the time of this writing, she is stable, and we have help from cousins to see her, spend time with her, and help with her care.
By J. Delaney-Howe6 days ago in Psyche
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