Whilst I Wait Posted on June 13, 2017 by Dawn — 4 Comments ↓ Expired and lazy hands become more gentle, fixed in a sinewy shade Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Only because you recognized my crest and slump, it left. Thanks for the reply and I hope all is well in your ballpark. Reply ↓
I’m always delighted to see a new post. Thanks. P.S. I think I’m riding the crest of a slump. Write me a poem to bring me back. Reply ↓
Thanks for reading my posts, Sonja, as always. As for your slump, I’m so sorry and wish the best. I’ll think about it. But I’m so slow at generating poetry, I’m afraid you’ll be feeling up again long before I’m finished. 😉 Reply ↓
Only because you recognized my crest and slump, it left. Thanks for the reply and I hope all is well in your ballpark.
Great! And you’re welcome. I’m glad you’re feeling better.
I’m always delighted to see a new post. Thanks.
P.S. I think I’m riding the crest of a slump. Write me a poem to bring me back.
Thanks for reading my posts, Sonja, as always. As for your slump, I’m so sorry and wish the best. I’ll think about it. But I’m so slow at generating poetry, I’m afraid you’ll be feeling up again long before I’m finished. 😉