Thursday, September 29, 2016

dormant in winter

pull out all
and live random with me
we can fall short
of failure
experience and deliverance

I hear there is a deaf muse
living dormant in winter, and we are
not far - only two steps linger - with
the wine being red
and our shadow invisible


Posting from my hospital bed. Had my appendix out last night - who would have thought 😊

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  1. What a stark and desolate picture you paint with your words - and yet there is a glimmer of hope when I read your poem again. Well-penned!

  2. Thank you Niclolas. I Appreciate you reading and your comments. There is always Hope...bkm

  3. Strong and punchy stuff, Barbara - attribute to your strength of spirit... Hope all goes well with your recovery. With Best Wishes Scott

  4. My goodness! I am so sorry to hear that you're in the hospital right now. Hope you feel better soon. Sending love and prayers❤️ Powerful write.

    Lots of love,

  5. BKM, I think when one is in the hospital one thinks about what all is most important. Random living is what we all do. We never know what is around the corner.

  6. Oh my goodness, Barbara, I am sorry to hear you are in hospital. Rest and recover.I es0ecially like your closing stanza.

  7. What an image delivered from your hospital bed.. I somehow picture this as being awake at night listening to the hissing machinery...

  8. a fabulous poem - especially in the circumstances.. Living random is exciting as is pulling out all the stops at times...but do heal well

  9. What huge commitment, to post this poem despite your current circumstances! I enjoyed reading it, and I trust you will soon be home and well.

  10. That last stanza is breathtaking BKM! I love this and am so glad to see you back on blogger. We have missed you! Hope you have a speedy recovery. :-)