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Some things never change. A poem from my book of poetry i published in 1994:
And today
i think about suicide again
walking into the ocean
it would, of course,
make no difference
my lover is away
and i am lonely
because it's not the steps
to him
but, the steps away
that are long
i wonder how many mornings we have sat
at that table
over strong coffee
smiling
this space
is ours
the table
is simply a table
without that.
That Parker looks more like you everyday. Know what else? He looks happy.
You've a new space to make yours' now. New beginnings remember?
Biggest Hugs.
Oi!
After posting something like that you'd better put something else on the blog pretty quickly, or people might think you've jumpod off a cliff or something.
I know you haven't. I'm a Mum of 4 too, and we both know that once you have the kids, anything like the cliff jumping thing just isn't an option. Take a break from all the work and say hi.
:)
I so know the feeling! I am working on a poetry book right now, and it's surprising how relevant the poems I wrote over a year ago still are today. As I'm putting things together all the old feelings crop back up...bluh...
If you have time, please email me. I'd love to chat about writing and getting published...I'm finding that a monumentally overwhelming prospect!=]
ok where are you? I have been traveling all this way with you and need to know that you are still a trucking...
Judger,
Guess you have the right to judge because you are perfect, and have made no mistakes in your life. Well good for you! The thing is, I think the rest of us who post here, are human, and not holier than thou. I do not presume to speak for everyone that posts here, but I find you to be cruel. I hope you are shown the same amount of kindess, that you show to others, if you ever do anything that is considered wrong.
Judger...you are to be pitied. Someone as wholly unhappy as you must find it very difficult to drag yourself through your pathetic life. Twisting and turning in a hornet's nest of hate must be very, very painful. You are a rattle snake, striking out at others, but the only person you harm with your venom is yourself...because the more you say, the more you show to the world how insecure, ignorant and sad you really are.
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Keep breathing Jess. Weekends are always hard. That's just the way it will be until things shift a bit. Don't let yourself sink. You can do this. Put the book away. You're not the same person you were.
Posted by marian | November 17, 2007 04:06 AM