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Unrelenting pain
from having thought
too hard,
too looong,
treading mental water,
leaving skid marks
the backs of my eyeballs…
I know they are there…
I can feel them.
Or,
can the pain
be little leprechauns
doing pushups
on my eyeballs
and sinus’s ?
.
Light hurts.
Dark hurts.
OMgoodness.
The phone.
Someone called,
I left the phone
somewhere,
…it will
“beep, ….beep,……… beep“
til I get up
to see who called.
How can I,
who cannot
hear the phone ring,
continue to hear the
“beep, …. beep,………beep“
that gets louder and louder
like water torture’s
drip, …drip……PLOP !
if I ignore it ?
.
Being deaf has some
advantages…
until that high pitch
of the phone
disturbs my trying
to relieve
the brain pain.
(before cell phones,
it was sometimes
in the dead of night…
the in…cess….ant
“beep, beep, beep”
over, and over, and over,
of the snow plows
across the street at the school,
my reminder,
“school’s open,
get the kids up and out !“
.
….Sigh. Big Sigh.
With the memory
of back in the day.
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The odd thing being,
I do L♥VE Roadrunner.
BEEP ! BEEP!
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(Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia) 1. Pertaining or relating to a phantasmagoria; of the nature of phantasmagoria; illusive; unreal.
Peace and best wishes in the future.
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winter winds howling
cold rain in buckets falling
icy shivers brrrrrr
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I’m surprised I was able to post a stone for every day
…only a couple of times did I have to do two at a time.
Thanks to all the community who shared their innermost thoughts,
made comments.
A special thanks Satyavani Fiona Robyn
who was so patient with me at the beginning of the month.
Peace and love from Maine, USA
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spring green fans color
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Bridge Hill, Acadia mountains
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early spring greeting
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THIS IS NOT MY YARD…don’t I wish… It is a friend of mines beautiful back yard.
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The rounded tops of the trees show a bit of what I mean
by the distant trees looking like layers of green fans. There is a
color I call “spring green” that I adore when the leaves first start
to come out on some of the trees…so bright and clear. An artist
friend helped me figure out what colors to mix so I could use it in
my trees in the spring…bright and clear green.
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I can remember clearly the first time I realized that at that particular
time in spring, the far trees look like fans scattered on the hills.
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Bridge Hill is a view from the side of the river that I live on and see
almost daily as I travel about town and head towards home.
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siggiofmaine 