Barefoot at a bus stop in Delaware
smoking a cigarette even though I quit
if there’s a good week to quit
I just decided…this isn’t it.
Watching the cars on the highway zoom by
wondering if this was a smart choice
now that my back is hurting, I want to cry
and on my face is the showing
if you saw me, you’d agree I think
no, I’m knowing.
The day is birthing and
I am surrounded by pink
my man is gone…
went to get coffee
I hope, I pray, I think…
cause I’d hate to be left
barefoot at a bus stop in Delaware.
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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Transcendental piece! I was able to be pulled in to the scene and feeling and I could picture bus stops in DE.
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Thank you for your awesome feedback.
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Loved your inner dialogue piece! Rich with personality and intimate thoughts. loved your cigarette lines!
Chuck
xo
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Thank you…so many times I judge a piece before I post it and it comes up short in my eyes, so all your comments are much appreciated.
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I really loved this piece. I try to give my words a fair shot so I usually read it outloud 3 times first. If it makes that cut I give it a chance! You can be gentle with yourself and your words!!!
Chuck
xo
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You’re right, I judge myself hard. I used to read my poems aloud and had forgotten how helpful that can be. Appreciate your encouragement.
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I really love your comments section. I didn’t have a comment, but I love the way you’ve set it up … so … here I am 🙂
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Thank you for taking time to tell me! I love knowing that!
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