My shoulders are aching
And so is my skull. I’m lying
on the bed
With my hands behind my head.
My neck feels like its gonna give away
God! What a price I must pay
For this madness
That’s caused me this soreness!
A zillion thoughts
Brewing; must be attended to, before it rots
Like stallions – galloping by the sea
Their manes flying, wild and free
Atoms bumping into one another
On a narrow highway; Oh! what a terrible bother!
I close my eyes and wish
If only there was a way – swish!
That they could be captured
And caged
in the pages, of this diary
that lies in wait, beside me.
I focus – the power of my mind being tested
‘Go, go’ I say, ‘I order you with the power vested
in me.’ And then, I look –
Nothing! The book-
Lies frozen, by my side
Opened wide
Abandoned
Shunned
My shoulders are aching
I can do no more writing
My hands behind my head
I lie still on my bed
It’s past mid-night
I turn off the light
And put them to bed – these untamed horses,
And call it a day, stopping these obnoxious verses!
😉
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Eúnoia 
You are an inspiration, you can’t be sore
If you write no more, many will get bored
So please fight back and resume writing more
And instill awe in the people with your mesmerizing lore.. 😊
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Very nicely done! Great images.
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Thank you for visiting my blog and your good words. It led me to your blog. I enjoyed reading the poem on your grandmother’s blueberry pie. Looking forward to reading more.
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Wonderful! Thank you for stopping by. Hopefully we will read more back and forth.
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Definitely 🙂 Have a wonderful weekend.
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oops… sure!
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Oh I did not mean to end abruptly🙂…thought the ‘oops’ was for that.
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No I misspelled it in my comment! :>)
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Lol
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glad the pains are gone … I’m pretty sure he may have meant mental or emotional agony 🙂
But you wrote it so skilfully 🙂
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Thank you Kate. Yes🙂 decided to make light of the pain by adding a little humor. So glad you liked it.
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well done!
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Wow awesome and it is really good to be writing when there is pain and suffering to let go, Smitha. Nice poem.
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Thank you dear Kamal. Hope you’re doing fine. It’s been a long time🙂
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Welcome always dear Smitha. Yes all good my front and yes not seeing you much on wordpress. I hope all is good with you too.
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Thank you Kamal. Yes all’s good. Just tied up with both the girls giving their boards 🙂
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Oh all the very best to both of them, Smitha. God bless 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Thank you so,so much Kamal🙏❤. They need all the good wishes and blessings they can get.
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Welcome 😊😊😊😊 dear Smitha
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I hope your aches and pains go away, soon.
Well done on the poem.
I bet Ernest Hemingway would also say bravo.
BTW he is one of my favorite authors.
Be well and rest easy
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Thank you Margie for the warm encouragement❤. That’s very sweet of you. I wrote this poem a few days ago and posted it now when the pains left. I wonder if he meant ‘physical pain’ though🙂.
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You are most welcome, Smitha ❤
It’s probably more likely Hemingway was talking about mental pain even though he did suffer physical aliments as well.
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