I cannot take the laurels of my sanctimony until I am only a ladel passing time
Through the mouth, taste the salt, through the tongue, taste my heart
Though my ability, taste my tears, through my stability, take my lemon
Far away far away this happiness is drifting to a storm that is looming
To a time I will be able to enjoy this rainy weather and finally focus on me
Finally create a living thing that breathes and sinks and croaks to be free
Finally able to hullaballoo about whatevah the hell I be
Toppling toppling telling time by the rise of the moon
The wave of my flag and understand finally an okay me.
It takes time, dear, to give a novel breath.
(It is late and I am waking up early tomorrow and I am behind on work, my husband is sick, I am tip-toeing along with NaNoWriMo and I miss my family. Okay, so I put that last part in about missing my family because I needed to put the 'and' in that horribly constructed sentence. Of course I miss my family, I always miss my family, but now I'm just getting pitiful. Sweet dreams all).
3 comments:
you have a good blog and will have a good novel too.
Thank you for the comment :) I love reading your writings! I remember you in a class at Tabor, and I really admired you because you were strong and confident and you were always dressed so amazingly! And you were getting ready to be married...Oh memories! :) haha! Blessings!
Thanks doc:)it helped immensely to have you around last week. come back soon?
Hi Marybeth - Thanks for stopping by! You flatter ;) But it is good to remember those Tabor days. They seem a lifetime away, don't they? Hope you get caught up on some sleep soon :D Welcome your little one for me!
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