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Monday
By God Is In The Rain
Come,
greetings withing faint sighs.
politely mumbled lies.
sun burns the morning eyes -
like fire.
With,
the drowsy battles fought.
derailing trains of thought.
embrace so easily bought -
by coffee.
Bland,
humor as dry as skin.
milk cartons in the bin.
rough scratches on the chin -
called "kisses".
Rise,
clock has no time to spare.
there's burdens yet to bear.
breakfast the morning prayer -
of wicked.
For,
life beyond evening gray.
enjoyable cliche.
place far, far, far away -
"someday"
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Copyright 2021 God Is In The Rain
Published on Sunday, May 2, 2021.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, May 11, 2021, TropicalSnowstorm
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wrote:
Great piece! Always working for Someday, maybe next Saturday...out of reach and also just so very almost there. We live in this moment as we strive toward the next, but its always important to remember this moment is the one we actually inhabit. Marcus Aurileus wrote something just like that and I had the delicious sense when I read it, my goodness, 2000 years removed from my own timeline and yet he gets me. I felt a similar feeling when I read this piece, although your metrr and flow were cooler than his. :) Ciao, T/S
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On Sunday, May 9, 2021, Syncretism
(35) wrote:
Really appreciate the flow of this work. It feels like you are standing im the middle of it all, watching everyone scramble getting they're stuff together to be in time for another week's work. Nice write!
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