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Author: rubymoon
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A language I half remember.
Pushes and pulls… one and the same
Howls half demented,
Attention, demanded.

Attention given
Opening the sliding doors and stepping out
Feeling the wind tugging at me, trying to read its moods
But it’s a language lost to me,
I am no longer the same girl I was 20 years ago
A memory stirs, but it does not have the same effect on me any longer…
I sit patient, trying to understand
But I don’t. Eventually it dies and passes
And I close the chapter and goes back into my safe haven.

Now here I sit,
With the urge to write,
About what once was
…but is no longer.

Submitted on 2022-05-06 18:18:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Posted on 2022-06-18 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
  This is an excellent description of what I call the 3:00 AM witching hour. It's that muse message that if you don't write it down immediately it gets lost by morning's light. I've speculated whether it is partially enabled by one's physical position being temporarily sheltered from the sun's rays and resulting solar wind which otherwise blocks the stellar wind and whatever might be derived therefrom.

Then again, I speculate about a lot of things. ;)

After 20 years or so I speculate that much of our body has replaced itself at least once, so yes, we are not quite what we once were. I'm going to be 70 this year...practically a stranger to myself? I used to write poetry, I used to do a lot of things.

Thanks for writing.

| Posted on 2022-05-22 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]

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