photo: Daniel Murtagh
Courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales on Blogger
The eyes are closed
Fists clenched tight
Events of the day
Taking their toll
Uncurl those fingers
Stretch them out
Let the blood flow
Dispel the numbness
Made the decisions
Lived to tell
The tale; made my
Bed, lying in it.
Barbara M Lake
Trinidad WI
October 2015
Beautiful read
ReplyDeleteThank you Dee Dee. So was yours.
DeleteI think sometimes the bed is where we get the strength to face another day... wonderful
ReplyDeleteMost times.
DeleteBeds! Can't live with them, can't live without them. Love this.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Beds can be great comforters.
DeleteI don't know what I do without my bed! Nice take.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'd probably sleep on a board!
DeleteSadly, many still think that. Wonderful write.
ReplyDeleteYes they do. Thank you for the compliment.
DeleteOh I wasn't expecting that last line...good one...
ReplyDeleteThank you Tess. I try to make my last lines hit home! Sometimes!
DeleteThanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting!
DeleteThanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteWe make our own beds and face whatever consequences arising, good or bad. It takes great strength to face up! Rightly so Bee!
ReplyDeleteHank
Yes it does. You make your bed, so shall you lie in it!
Deletethe last four lines say it all!
ReplyDeleteHope so!
DeleteYep, true words!
ReplyDeleteI try to keep it real occasionally!!
DeleteDelightfully fatalistic Bee !
ReplyDeleteThank you Kutamun!
DeleteGood one. Sorry it took me so long to get here to read this.
ReplyDeleteGlad you came. Thank you. Just read yours - excellent!
Deletenice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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