Day after day
Tapping words for others
Happy, busy, I portray
(yes, the right answer)
But as the sun sets
Time crawls
Walls hum
and the dark
turns a cold shoulder
to this moment’s passage
Alone
Life is a gift
so they say
Make of it what you wish
you pray
This
Ideology
Must
End
End
~
Well, that was 55 words
written about time
so I guess I am tipping my hat
tonight
nice k...the early darkness does make the walls seem to creep in...best wishes on your changes...smiles.
ReplyDelete@Brian: It does indeed Brian. Time to push back those walls.
ReplyDeleteneat, love your 55.
ReplyDeletefun and uplifting words.
Happy Holidays.
@Morning: From Morning to NightTime ~ I thank you
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteWoohoo, you played on 10thDoM! Welcome!
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot, Katherine, especially the end. As someone who spent many years tapping words for others (smiling) and then going home to the silence that slept in my bed, I might know how you feel. The good news is that the words you tap for yourself are always such GOOD words, and perhaps even good company sometimes.
Kat....
ReplyDeleteYour tapping always ROCKS!!!
Your wonderful soul always shines through.
Loved your 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
@Mama Zen: Cheers Mama
ReplyDelete@PattiKen: And you know what Patti. When you share snippets of your life, it helps the journey less lonely. Thank you
ReplyDelete(((Patti)))
@G-Man: Oh Galen, you just made my night you lovely man. I lifted me up, just when I needed it most.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for joining me and helping to push back the walls tonight...
Really enjoyed the first and second stanza. They speak the truth.
ReplyDelete"Walls hum and the dark turns a cold shoulder ..." love it!
ReplyDelete@hvninhell: Some nights the words put forth for others is cold comfort when I look around at an empty room.
ReplyDelete@Celia: Thank you Celia!
Loved the last four lines of that second stanza. here from Tenth Daughter.
ReplyDelete@She Writes Here Now: Thanks!
ReplyDeleteSo much is expressed and felt between those different hours of your clock.
ReplyDeletei like it when a poem finishes with 'end' because then i know it's over
ReplyDeleteIdeologies are garbage, aren't they? ;)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to 10thDoM!
@Bimbimbie: Sometimes it is a matter of convincing oneself of time and its effects
ReplyDelete@Tom: Touche Tom. You got it! I am working on ending my pattern.
ReplyDelete@JeffScape: Thanks for having me Jeff! And yeah, they can be.