Moody Sunday
What's in a mood?
Swinging
here to there
Never staying to rest long
In her home away
from home
Swayed
by the weather?
I would seriously ponder
that thought
Tempered by fate
Weathered by change
Not alone on this path
As she swims through a
cluttered mind
Exhaling bubbles of life
Into the unforgotten state
of sweet tasting
Clarity
this is a poem i wrote last year... and since it's sunday and since i found it today... thought it was appropriate.
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6 comments:
For a minute I thought you were making fun of me. Nice poem! I'm still pondering it, though.
Yes, a lovely poem. Do write more in this way, short lines insteadof sentences, immediate thoughts about your life away from your American home and of course your feelings about being a young mother.
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nice! :) look forward to reading more
I like it, very sensitive and soulful. Freeverse is lovely.
It kind of reminds me of my situation...
olivia, believe it or not, i thought of you today and thought the same.... w/ respect to all that's happening w/ you. and i love freeverse as well. it's the only way i write, usually.
moody, hmmmm... lemme know when you've pondered enough :)
wendy, you know, i have the dangest of times writing happy poetry. i swear... it's crazy. i do have one that i wrote a few years ago about bahrain. i'll post it tomorrow. it's a happy one. it's actually the first time i found happiness here... and so the title... "found happiness".
ammar, thanks!!
Yes, I do believe you thought of me. You wouldn't believe how often I speak of you!
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