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Akilter, lying down — even
as you see me upright –
a blank in kelp bed, fathoms
below, asleep, await.
My fate unknown as yet.
Will it be angel’s lift
that buoys to sunrise?
Or fey stones, that weigh
and sink beleaguered,
deflated organs of light?
My sight occluded,
my guesses gone;
laced, blind, mind-
body tethered husk,
I dwell in ever-dusk.
Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.
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well done!💖
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Thank you, Cindy ❤
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“I dwell in ever-dusk”
How beautiful.
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Thank you, Shawna.
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very nice ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne.
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Really cool Lisa
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Thank you, Max 🙂
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Living in dusk is no joy
morning never comes
Nor does night for me
to dream
I like your write, like out heroin, there isn’t an end? To be continued? 🙂
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Thank you, Jim. I’m “out of guesses…”
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Excellent poem Li. Very evocative
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Thank you, Dear Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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‘I dwell in ever dusk’ – beautiful line, in a beautiful poem, full of wonderful expression, Lisa.
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Marion, thank you.
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I love the questions in this and the thoughts it stirs like the wind itself. So glad you are here Lisa! We have missed you! (Sorry it took me so long to get here. It was a busy weekend.) I hope you had a lovely Mother’s Day!
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Carrie, thanks so much for your thoughtful comment and ongoing support.
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I think we are all passing in and out of that place these days…(k)
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Dark and gorgeous.
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❤ Thanks, Helen.
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