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The Hall Is Narrow

December 5, 2018

Old House Window ~ photo by Patrice

The hall is narrow
The ceiling falling down
My way to the living room
Can’t be found.

A method of cooking fills
Mouldy kitchen air
Where cabinets hang
Feeling no loving care.

Nothing to clean away
Night terrors experienced
In a cluttered bedroom
Where sleep is not
Usually assumed.

Another way, another day
Maybe tomorrow will be perfect
Making this just a dream
I dreamed yesterday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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6 comments

  1. The Muscleheaded Blog's avatar

    It’s a great verse!

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         by The Muscleheaded Blog December 6, 2018 at 2:11 am
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    • Patrice's avatar

      Thank you so much. When I’m down and wondering if anyone is reading my work, your comments come and lift me up. Thank so much.

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           by Patrice December 6, 2018 at 9:32 am
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      • The Muscleheaded Blog's avatar

        Patrice: I get that feeling about my posts, too– blogging can feel very lonesome sometimes. 🙂

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             by The Muscleheaded Blog December 7, 2018 at 12:58 am
      • Patrice's avatar

        It can can’t it. But it also breathes life into something, somewhere that fulfils an unexplained need. If that makes sense 😀

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             by Patrice December 7, 2018 at 11:44 am
      • The Muscleheaded Blog's avatar

        Perfect sense. And, self expression – even when it seems to ring out into nothing but a vacuum, always feels better than holding it in. 🙂

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             by The Muscleheaded Blog December 8, 2018 at 12:31 am
      • Patrice's avatar

        Isn’t that the truth🤗

        Like

             by Patrice December 8, 2018 at 5:55 pm

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