January 30, 2006
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REST
Lay down stones,
Off your back,
Out of the pockets
Of your coat,
That cracked flat one
You balance
On your head,
You are tired.
Lay them all down,
Here,
By me.
Rest.
I'll add
The ones
I carry,
Make a hearth,
Start a fire,
Brew some tea.
It was home here
It falls in upon itself
When you are gone.
The remaining fire
Burns me
Down
To
Bone
pearlbamboo
copyright e.p.hodges
Comments (5)
love this one .... very very very much!
the only thing you get from lugging around the past is stoop-shouldered! loved this one...great read!
paulygrl
a lovely poem
RYC: thank you for your comments ... i'm finally down to maybe 1 sinus infection a year, but the past few months have been very stressful ... hope i will feel well enough by the end of the week to get my schedule back to 'normal' & then continue taking steps to simplify & organize my life. take care...
What a very touching piece. I liked it.
RYN - thank you for your feedback, and I can certainly understand what you mean...
X
I like that poem. I have started brewing a cup of tea each night to drink while I read. I have not read in years but I have already finished 3 books! I apologized to my son, he is at least speaking to me. I spoke my mind last night and now my husband and my other son are mad at me. Gee whiz!
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