Stones. Each one dropping into dark water. Silent fall. Ripples swallowed in their wake. Indigo well. My mind in quiet. Finally finally. Each stone given up to the deep. A small sacrifice to sanity. A burden I don’t need to carry. This is how I find sleep. Giving them up. One by one. Until my hands are empty. Empty. And my heart is full again.
20
Jul
09
So the romance is going well….? xx
@ Nurse M >
hope the work stress is behind you, and there are happy moments at hand!
@ Dais > not yet sadly…just can’t sustain that level of stress for so long. Had to pop in an say hello, g’day, howzit!
A few photos to accompany your poetry, and you’ve got a best-seller on your hands. The pebble thing is more interesting than counting sheep, anyway.
wow this blogs is really awesome…! I like it.
should you don’t mind, you can visit mine as well in living attitude of gratitude.
Ja, I also used to get stoned when I couldn’t sleep.
Hmm there are many stones in gods house, so many that when I count them the last ones reflect the sunrise.
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Hey girl, have you been doing alot of mind bending drugs lately?
damn…in so few words, so much eloquence. i can only aspire to this. kudos and brava! very nice.
c’mon now.
more.
i know. i know. no room to talk. pffft.
i dont know how to give up my ‘pretties’. i string my own stones into necklets/shackles – paint my name upon them and gather them into small cairns – wayside memorials.
I’m so stoked for you that you’ve finally let yours go.
I really like ‘Indigo well’.
Quite the image . . .
This is quite deep, Dolce.
Hoping you and yours are well.
~m
Time for an update, what’s happening with the lovely Dolce?
yeah come on girl… what gives? We miss you xx