Little pebbles dripping,
running window panes,
and I breathe in the lust
of drudgery as each pull
their path to the sill, still
I am, lump and frump,
while the grass grows
to the moon, and each
moment of solitude I
age eons waiting for a
final change, awakening
and finally awake, like
this place, nestled among
fields of corn, the safest
I have yet to feel since
birth long ago, when
no one was there and I
was left to wonder woe
by SHAWN M. YOUNG
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Hello,
Thanks for the feature and the praise. It’s much appreciated.
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Thank you for your excellent poetry, Shawn. Please never stop. We love it here!
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NO ENTIENDO TU IDIOMA,PERO CON TANTOS SEGUIDORES TIENES QUE ESCRIBIR MUY BIEN.
TE SALUDO Y FELICITO.
¿DE DONDE ERES?YO DE ESPAÑA.
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Welcome, my friend! We’re from Ukraine and Australia respectively!
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Very good!
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It really is, Dolly, isn’t it? We love featuring other poets here. It’s so much fun introducing our readers to new writers!
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You tend to make excellent choices, Tony.
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You’re very kind. Thank you! 😄🙏
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My pleasure, Tony.
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IMPRESSIVE–a true poet
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I quite agree, Rae! Thank you for reading as always! 😄
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I understand that lust…simple, routine, frugal living…in drudgery, we learn how to depend on and entertain ourselves…We become Our Own Best Friend. I should receive an Honorary PhD…from the University of Hard Knocks…Lol
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You’re a genius! 😆
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Lol 😂 Yes…”A Legend In My Own Mind”….
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🤣
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Excellent writing!! Love this part “the lust of drudgery” – superb!!
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It truly is wonderful writing, Suzette. I absolutely agree with you there!
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