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#Sixwords Duets starring @RaneeDillon for #OneShotWednesday
Twitter Poetry written as spontaneous Duets on the Hashtag #Sixwords. Rules are simple, 6 words no more no less, and make it snappy!
Sometime you are simply captivated by someone’s words. What follows is a Duet of #Sixwords. Live Stream between Ranee Dillon and Josepf Haslam on Twitter.
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Tonight is about surfing pain
I thought it was time to breathe
and I did
try the breathing thing
but tonight is all about pain Read more »
Tragedy’s Room by Jessica Kristie | Words with Skin to Help & Heal
"Warmth can roam
Beyond our flesh
Far past aching bone"
Horrific Unnecessary Loss
My daughter’s mother tragically, unexpectedly died. Wailing, keening pain of loss and bitter realizations of the senselessness.
My daughter struggles, and bravely, impressively deals. Funeral arrangements made, decisions being decided. All while fighting off the most immense waves of pain. Poignant moments of “My mother will never see my children” sweep her off her feet. Thoughts of We will never go to Chestnut Hill again“ brutalize and dash her to the rocks. She crawls her way out of despair each time. Back into being an adult. My child. Whom I watch, helpless to take any of this pain from. Helpless to do anything to shelter my child. Just a witness to tragedy. At times clinging to her Aunts, Grandmother, Step-mother. Finding comfort in their arms. Then coming back out to deal with whats next.
What a long hard day yesterday was. Burnt out. Just need a hug myself. A place to crawl into for a little while and be safe to feel. And everyone has been great. Many words coming my way from friends new and old. They all help. But sometimes you need Skin not Words. Last night, eyes, burning love across a screen. Holding.
And this morning an unexpected gift. From a Twitter Poet. Words with skin. Please listen. Words follow the “more” but please listen as you read…
Tragedy’s Room by Jessica Kristie
One Shoot Sunday | First and Last Time I Saw my Father Afraid
A love poem about fear, grief, reflection.
The first, and last time, I saw my Father afraid.
Please listen to Video instead of reading? For those who do not listen, text is below.
Three Word Wednesday : CCXV
Such utter delight /
eyes, heart, caught in her clutch /
simple happy sighs
#Haiku #3WW
One Shoot Sunday : Homelessness
Tossed on the ground
like any other debris you kick as you pass
your avoiding eyes still pierce
the stench of my last refuge
wrapped, huddled in mourning
for what you take for granted
for what I once had
and I beg you
screaming silent prayers
please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop
lift me from this dispair
I just need one hand to get back up.
