And, Also
And, Also,
Tired as a flat
by the side of the road.
Whatever rolls round in me
melts to ground,
momentum nailed
down inside–
Abide with me, I croon to you
who has arms so warm
that their life cannot be mistaken
for anything but,
blue veins mapping
an alternate route I strain
to follow.
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A second 55 for the wonderful Kerry O’ Connor’s prompt on With Real Toads.
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ManicDDaily 
November 1, 2015 at 9:15 am
To me, this reads as the voice of a ghost, divided from the world but not yet ready to leave. Most intriguing.
November 1, 2015 at 9:21 am
Ha. Yes, I see what you mean–but I think fatigue has a ghostly feel. Thanks, Kerry, for all your work and your supportive comments. k.
On Sun, Nov 1, 2015 at 9:15 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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November 1, 2015 at 9:37 am
I had exactly the same feeling as Kerry.. the lack of warmth particularly felt like a whisper from the grave.. maybe being tired is a little like being close to death,
November 1, 2015 at 10:42 am
Oh, I feel this in my bones.
November 1, 2015 at 11:13 am
Torn between two worlds!
November 1, 2015 at 11:36 am
Nice, aren’t we all aching for that warmth!
November 1, 2015 at 4:19 pm
How often those random nails puncture us as we roll along and leave us flat by the side of the road. I love the blue veins mimicking the lines on a road map–clear and purposeful, attractive and leading, perhaps, south to warmth, but sometimes so muddling and hard to follow. A very compressed diamond here, k.
November 1, 2015 at 11:20 pm
alternate routes… thank God they become available – and blessed when they are taken 🙂
November 2, 2015 at 9:36 am
Oh, you make every word count. As Joy said, a diamond, compressed…but no flattened.
November 2, 2015 at 10:28 pm
Great opening image! May those prayers be answered. 🙂