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Each day

by Carissa Dewey

Traffic outside my
window somehow louder today.
As I rest these thoughts,
these feelings.
Melt into this noise.
This moments strong longing
very true
very present.
And outlined with a certain
uncertainty -
To which do I claim?

My thoughts cross this
street, wander
into a field-
a farm.
Void, in this cold.
a sudden feeling- rises
and it's doubt,
of this field underneath me,
of the lulls in the wind,
this high rock wall
dirt, ice
bareness.

So obviously present
and so very true.

03/11/2013

Posted on 03/11/2013
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/11/13 at 06:37 PM

Into each life a little "doubt" must fall. That is what stops us up short, like a leash on a running dog brings it to quick stop and leaves it wundering what happened and what should it do now. Nice write lady.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/12/13 at 09:12 PM

*stellar*

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