Charmed Chaos
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In My Sleep
In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name
calling me to come hither in the shushing haze
while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain
plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain
I mumble and moan, tossing and turning in the cold bed
I pluck a fluttering feather from where you laid your head
and then the rumbling grief rattles in my throat
Screeching you’ve gone forever, and I am left to float
In this ocean of gurgling tears with waves crashing around
I drown in my ripping sorrow, I hear the howl of the hounds
Gasping and grasping I am for life, struggling with every breath
praying for someone to squelch and ease this blaring loneliness
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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So much to love here. My favorite is the “hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain.”
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Thank you. This was really challenging but I love it.
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I too loved the ‘hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain.”
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Thank you Jo. Appreciate you stopping by.
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Oh my – the sounds of loneliness/grief/ pain – so well done.
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Thank you.
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beautifully expressed emotions, your words create a sound in my heart
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Thank you Gina.
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I love this line: “the rumbling grief rattles in my throat.”
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Thank you so much. Happy you stopped by.
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Beautiful Poem. I love all the sounds and the plinking on your pain!
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Thanks Dwight!
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The sounds of grief and loneliness, so raw and riveting. So well done.
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Thank you. I appreciate you reading.
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This so catches me, “hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain
plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain”.
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Thank you Victoria. I’m so happy you appreciate my words.
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You’ve captured the sound of pain and loss, Linda! I especially love:
‘…the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain
plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain’
and
‘…the rumbling grief rattles in my throat’.
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Thank you Kim. Always good to see you here.
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So much sadness.. and the sounds really enhance it… gurgling tears really sounds hard.
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Thank you for an amazing prompt Bjorn. I always learn so much from all of you at d’Verse.
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I like your description of the how the rain “plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain”
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Thank you Frank.
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It’s so tempting and easy to take this literary device and be playful. Bravo for taking the sounds into the heart cries. Beautiful!
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Thank you so much Jill.
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Loved this! You made it seem so easy 🙂
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Thank you Vivian.
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🙂
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Well, now I got to say this is one of your best. You got me with that whole plucking the feather line. Awesome.
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Thank you Drew. I am always humbled by your words. You have a talent for encouraging me.
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Smiling. You inspire these comments with your wonderful writing.
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Big smile here.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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