Into the nothingness of noise
I strain to voice my cares with you
Into the scornful sea that drowns
My dreams and cares, to you unknowns
Yet still, I labor night and morn
To reach the one who smiles no more
The grass below, the sky above
I’m here and I do it for you, my love
Last night you popped into my dream
A shadow barely— I recognized you
And when your shadow vanished in the crowd
The spot was wet where you stood cowed
You’re the consumer of your woes
That rise and linger like storm-clouds
You know I’m here but in your stifled throes
You choose to scorn and imitate the rogues
I know you haven’t smiled in ages
You find your queen bed vexing when you lie
Bah humbug! My old, disgruntled friend
The green grass below, blue sky above
The clock ticks and you’re running amok
© 2022 selmamartin.com
Life is long enough to get all your ducks in the best order
Life is too short to worry about how crooked your ducks align ~ Selma
“Let yourself become living poetry.” ~ Rumi
Image: Yours truly.
Thanks for reading.
I wish you miracles.
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Love this, Selma. Great poem, quote, and photograph. Wonderful.💕👏👏👏💕
Hey, Grace. Thanks so much. Glad you liked all three points. Pleases me. XoXo
My pleasure, Selma.💕
Beautifully written Selma
Sadje. Thanks, dear one. I value your opinion. Thanks. Xoxo
You’re welcome
I know someone just like this!
Then that makes two of us, David. It’s sad. But nothing to do about this. Be well, friend. I bless you. Xoxo
Beautifully put, Selma! 💖
So pleased you liked. Thanks so much. I bless you and send cool vibes.
The perfect trifecta Selma
Oh, you think so? Thanks. Music to my ears. I appreciate your comment, Deb. Happy new week. Xoxo
I read this several times for the sheer pleasure of the poem – great work Selma and was especially struck by:
“And when your shadow vanished in the crowd
The spot was wet where you stood cowed”
Hey, Laura. Thanks so much. Yes, that was a lovely gift to me from the poem. Now it belongs to everyone.
Your comment lit me up, literally. Thank you.
Hope it’s not too hot by you. It’s hot here. Makes one feel winded all day. Be well. I bless you. XoXo
cool here Selma – even a morning of summer rain!
Perfect then. So happy to hear. Xoxo
Beautiful rhythm for wise words. (K)
“You’re the consumer of your woes” … an absolutely perfect line! Beautiful poem, Selma. Love it 💕🙂
It’s such a beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it❣❣😊
Brilliant! And I love this line, “You’re the consumer of your woes” so true!! 👏👏💓
Beautifully written Selma and Love that poem!!!!!!
I know you haven’t smiled in ages
You find your queen bed vexing when you lie
Brilliantly penned Selma.
Beautifully pen down dear Selma. 💞
Brilliant and beautiful writing, Selma. xoxo
oh what beautiful imagery my friend! Bravo! 💖💖
It’s hard to watch someone be miserable, but you’ve done well with your poem, Selma. Perhaps your friend will notice the blue sky. Life’s too short to worry long about anything. I love your response about not worrying about how crooked your ducks align! Straight lines are boring, and they’re ducks!
hehe. yes, duck! Thanks so much for reading, JoAnna. Stay sweet and cool as always. xoxo
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