Wash me rain, disguise my tears
Bathe me downpour, my way’s unclear
For the ruts are deep, the land abraded
The walking wounded, esteem degraded
Thunder drown the sound of weeping
A silent vow no longer keeping
As I trudge the muddy path
The deluge slows to a shower at last
Soaked and shivering, I carry on
The roiling clouds give way to sun
Soon its warmth dries my skin
And with healing heart I begin
Image found on Pinterest.
As soon as I got to the end, I wondered if this was about the Superbowl…? (The only game I ever watch…)
On a serious note, if it’s real life, I hope things are getting better. ❤
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Ha! No, not the Super Bowl. Crazy game, though… Have to hand it to the Patriots – I have grudging respect for them. Thank you. ❤
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Haha. ☺
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A journey of a 1000 miles begins with one step, right? Hope things get better, Doc. 😊
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Thanks, Beach. I hope they do, too. Always have hope in the arsenal.
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Gotta have it. 😊
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Cold here, but sunny. I’ll send you a large package of our sunshine: enough to help those little feet get set back on the true path once again. I feel the pain in your verse … “pain, pain, go away … and don’t come back again.” Look after yourself.
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Roger, today is the anniversary of the day my father died. I think it’s part of why I’ve been feeling so bad. It just dawned on me this morning when I looked at the date.
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Such dates are like albatrosses that return to our necks and weigh us down. We must set them free, let them fly, let them soar back into their natural element. “I count only the happy hours” … remember the good times … they are irreplaceable … and rejoice in the happiness you found. That’s good advice for me too. So you can copy and send whenever I sound miserable.
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Thank you. And I do. He was a wonderful father and my memories of him are all good ones. Saving this to my notes to return to you as needed, my friend. xo
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A lovely little journey from angst to joy. All in the moments of a rain. Nicely done Meg!
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Thank you so much. The sun always comes out eventually!
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Yes indeed it does! Nicely done Meg
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Heartbreaking but inspiring and hopeful at the end. Lovely Meg.. very much so!
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Thank you, Eric. I’m glad you liked it!
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After the storm the sun will shine… nice Meg
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Thank you, inevitably it must come out.
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Well not inevitably, not if we are in a nuclear winter.
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Oh my god. Best comment ever.
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Are you being sarky? Books I will never write: The Optimist Handbook, The Power of Positive Thinking, life is a bunch of grapes.
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Me? Snarky?!? NO! I mean it. That is an awesome comment. I would never write books either. “Positive thinking” makes my eyes roll back in my head.
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Indeed
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I read a fantastic article about how positive thinking backfires on you anyway, so what’s the point? What are you up to today? Cake or declotage?
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Hmmm not really sure…now that my De Sade series is finished I am wondering what direction to take…you know I like a good mix between my own fiction and poetry and art and other stuff… so I thinking about the other stuff. Plus I spent a long time looking at stuff tonight that just doesn’t cut the cake standard. Hope I am not running out of material but I don’t want to dilute the quality either, you know I pride myself on the aesthetics.
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What if you featured another writer or philosopher that you really like? Blake for example? That would cool and cake-like
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I have done one post on Blake though you know how I love him so I could do many more. Let me get thinking. Thank you for the advice. I don’t think I am running out of material yet, but it is always a worry.
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I have a feeling you’ll think of something and it will be wonderful
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Thank you for your confidence. You can be the judge as the post is now up, though I think I went overboard on the superlatives. maybe I should write about art I hate instead of art I love, might make it more interesting.
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Oh you should! Tear it apart, shred it to pieces! That would be fun, indeed. I’m on my way.
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Hmmm…but then rubbish art would clog up my site and ruin the aesthetics
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Good point…. but so evilly fun
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It would be fun.
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Wash away the worries
Soak away the sad
Blow away the awful thoughts
Just think about your Dad!
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Thank you so much, Peter. I will do that! ❤️
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I’m sorry about it being the anniversary of your father’s death. I know it still affects me and Feb. 8 was my dad’s birthday. It’s at the back of my mind this week already. Nothing to do but acknowledge the sadness and move on as best you can. And yes, the sun will come out, unless there’s the nuclear winter, of course! 🙂
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Thank you Dee! Nuclear winter, indeed. I hope you get through this time, too. 💜
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So beautiful, Meg. Hugs. ❤ ❤
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Thanks, love! ❤️❤️
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