There will be days
you stay clothed in sweatshirts and blankets;
when after sunrise
you’re unaware of noise from light in damp streets
and fog from midnight clouds,
clearing slowly by dark
branches and vintage golds
broadly pummeling those pale oak leave
who seemingly do not rise.
On these days
you’ll try hiding in apathy for the sun,
curling your knees in tighter
to a cold chest.
Release your joints.
I promise it is warm enough
to face the sun.
See, the ground is thawing.
Hope you don’t mind if i share this post – I am fond of your writing and think you deserve a boost (not that I have a large following myself.)
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Thank you! I do appreciate the reblog as well as your writing, which is relatable. It makes me pause and reconsider often, so I’m honored to be mentioned on your blog.
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I’m glad, Aenne. Supporting each other is important, I think.
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Reblogged this on One Woman's Quest II and commented:
Every so often I come across a writer that consistently inspires, and yet, I notice that their followers numbers are not what might be expected.
I’ve decided to give these fellow bloggers a boost, so let me introduce you to Aenne of “Free Write”:
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Numbers are not to be trusted anyway 🙂 Great write!
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True. And thank you!
I’m about to explore your blog, do you have any recommended reads?
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Not really lol, it is more opinion pieces of late but still have some poetry in there.
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Alright, I look forward to reading more
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