Monday, April 25, 2011

Aye I know tis Monday




I am stored
filed away
forgotten..

wear me some cotton
the heat is synthetic
to my pleas

just corrode..my memory
and it will be
easier to sleep..

my deepest sleep....

copyright*budhaaah*
The pictures is by Greg Laychak and is the prompt for One Shoot Sunday.

13 comments:

  1. that is really wonderful, Budaah. Very well written indeed.

    Wishing you a happy Easter monday of sorts. :)

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  2. hey thanks Mmm. And right back atcha :)

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  3. filed away and forgotten..the heat is synthetic - sounds like she longs for that last sleep..

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  4. a terrible feeling to be forgotten...may she sleep and dream o f places well beyond....

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  5. Claudia, In her Sitch who wouldnt long for that last sleep.

    Brian, I know that feeling only too well and oh how that must feel tat that age. I can only shudder instaed of even trying to imagine.

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  6. Sad, but so many times true, and beautifully captured in your lovely poem.

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  7. think you captured the tone of the photo quite well in your poem. i like it.

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  8. A perfect picture to illustrate this sad, sad poem.

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  9. I really like those first lines. So sad.

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  11. Corrode the memory and you lose the good and the bad. Corrosion eats indiscriminately.

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  12. sad...i really felt the first three lines really. lovely.

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