something in me wants to write. i don't care much what, just so long as it's something. and, oddly, for once i feel like writing something random here. so. my foot hurts. it started bothering me monday, i think because i wore those boots all day, which i never do. grr. and i'm tired. i took a short nap this afternoon because i was so exhausted. and the sad part is that it's nearly 1 am and i'm still awake. if i'm this worn out, then why don't i just go to bed and sleep like i want to? it doesn't make sense. i don't make sense.
rainbow lights flicker and die
snowflakes white settle and melt
heartbreaks deep weep, moan and sigh
and never another knows what was felt
sunbeams backlight floating dust
misty fogs swirl through the trees
rising from falling remains a must
we demand from the blind what he sees
heaven's glow reaches out of space
hellfire's heat hides in dark shame
glory bright reveals my empty face
and from the void a voice calls my name
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Suzanne, I am so glad for you that you are pursuing writing now. We miss you here at Olin, but the poetry that you write is inspired and moving, and the descriptions of nature in your blog posts are everything that has ever welled up in me when I behold the glory of Creation. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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