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This morning November 12, 2009

Posted by jewaira in Poetry.
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This morning
I worked in the garden.

I unraveled.

I undid.  I separated

I trimmed. I chopped.

I sawed. I entwined.

I watered profusely.

I climbed horribly rickety ladders.

I teetered, I tottered, I perspired, I sweat

and

I spent time thinking of nothing at all.

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1. Yevwev - November 12, 2009

Did you hear what silence had to say?
Or you’ve been busy watching’em strip their undies?

jewaira - November 12, 2009

silence?
when it is silent around me, the voices in my head are the loudest.

so I make noise to drown them out.

stripping is on another plane