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Too busy for

That sharp ache,

Somewhere under

This skin’s surface beating,

Far-off,

In some other reality.

Slow my breathing.

 

Too tired to think

About summer’s sunshine,

Laughing,

And wild grass playing

On a mountainside.

Turn my pillow over.

 

In the fragrance of a flower,

In the brilliance of the sun rising,

In the teasing notes of music,

Bits of beauty,

Sound-bites gnawing,

Monsters of attachment,

In the shadows of memory.

 

Without a word,

Or a warning,

The rain is pouring down,

Soaking the ground around me

And somewhere,

Just somewhere,

In my unknowing,

In my unwanting,

It’s okay.

KKLE November 6, 2013

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Noora
    Nov 07, 2013 @ 09:03:11

    I’m glad you decided to take some time to pour out this moving poem, Karen. Your poetry is beyond amazing. Thank you so much for the email. It was so lovely to hear from you.

    Reply

    • karenespaniola
      Nov 17, 2013 @ 07:45:00

      No, I have to thank you, because your e-mail is what made me want to step out of my manic work load and take a moment to write! 🙂 I love your poetry! Keep writing!

      Reply

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