and today
i must wake again
in this small room
and say again
this world is beautiful
until the words have rubbed
grit from the windows
and light falls in
from the trees.
daily practice
4 responses to “daily practice”
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I really love this poem. It made me nostalgic for rain (where I live, the temperatures haven’t yet risen above 0 celcius for the year).
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This poem hit me unexpectedly hard. A sense of hopelessness, but still the refusal to give up. Wonderfully written!
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thank you.
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Straight to the core, Lindi, and so powerful. Thank you.
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