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Margaret Alice Second Watching My Feet… Keep changing my clothes in desperate attempt to feel different, Seth says physical world changes constantly, the only thing I see changing is layer of dust covering my figurines, encircled by blue material which covered our Christmas gift: Large round metal container for bottles of wine, we don't need it, maybe the kids will use it; I saw a chandelier in the shop where it's sold - which I would much rather have, but we are stuck with the metal bucket, maybe grandkids can play in it If I shall have some, given both kids vehemently expostulates against idea of having descendants, what with the present state of the weather, I can't blame them - they still wonder why I wanted to have them, I fondly reply because I was lonely, needed support from someone totally on my side, of that I'm completely assured - Tiaan leading me as if I were a hundred, Nici telling me what to wear, sighing when I go wrong - to return to the beginning: I keep changing my attire In order to feel the desire Abraham-Hicks says should be mine, to feel the control that Seth says we all have, but whatever I'm wearing, within fifteen minutes I must change again - changing flip-flops helps - brown to purple and pink - changing the look of my feet Though it is bad for my neck to look down all the time watching my feet… [Sunday 2 December 2012] Margaret Alice Second's Other Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Comments about this poem (Watching My Feet… by Margaret Alice Second ) Top Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Still I Rise Maya Angelou Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe PoemHunter.com Updates Haven't you entered a poetry contest yet? Check out our list Great Poems and Quotes Everyday on our Facebook page. The Poetry Archive of Emily Dickinson Share your writing tips on 'Writing Poetry' forum page New Poems - Delay a day, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK - Moonlit Night, Suresh Dogra - Life's Duality, Mihaela Pirjol - Alive, Mihaela Pirjol - Poet Versus Members - Poem Hunters Rule .., Hardik Vaidya - Push Aside, Seema Chowdhury - Earthquake, friend and foe, Siu Lun Tsui - Inner Callings, RoseAnn V. Shawiak - Spiritual Moments, Seema Chowdhury - Promise of Spring, Seema Chowdhury
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Brandy Avery đ Domhan Blurred đ Mo shĂșile DoilĂ©irigh mo domhan iontach. A dhĂ©anann sĂ© deacair a fheiceĂĄil cad is fĂ©idir mo amach anseo a shealbhĂș. Nuair a fheiceann siad go mbeidh mĂ© a fheiceĂĄil mo shaol i spotaĂ. Mo domhan torn seachas mo smaointe. Smaointe ar cad tĂĄ mĂ© caillte, ach ar an mĂ©id atĂĄ ar a gcostas. Mo crĂ© shattered le cad is fĂ©idir liom a bheith. An bhfuil sĂșil go fĂłill le haghaidh dom? LĂĄ amhĂĄin beidh mĂ© aisling ĂĄit nĂos fearr. An t-am amhĂĄin anuas agus ĂĄit. Mo shaol a leag sĂos. MĂ© Bend a bhailiĂș na pĂosaĂ as an fhĂĄs. Agus siĂșl ard le siĂșl ard mar tĂĄ a fhios agam... Is fĂ©idir liom teagmhĂĄil leis an spĂ©ir. Mo aisling agus mianta DoilĂ©irigh... Mo creideamh agus anam torn. Mo chroĂ agus comhlacht togtha. TĂĄ mĂ© ag lĂonadh le pian agus eagla. Mo smaointe tiomĂĄint dom i gcĂłnaĂ le deora. TĂĄ mĂ© reoite agus nĂ bhraitheann sĂĄbhĂĄilte. I mo thuairimse, d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© deireadh mo shaol. Ba mhaith liom mo shaol ar ais mar a bhĂodh. NĂ raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh rud ar bith nĂos mĂł, ba mhaith liom a bheith saor in aisce, gan tĂș, agus mise amhĂĄin. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (đ Domhan Blurred đ by Brandy Avery ) Top Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Still I Rise Maya Angelou Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe PoemHunter.com Updates Haven't you entered a poetry contest yet? Check out our list Great Poems and Quotes Everyday on our Facebook page. The Poetry Archive of Emily Dickinson Share your writing tips on 'Writing Poetry' forum page New Poems - Stop Seeing Brutality, Aftab Alam - Plausible Belief, Naveed Akram - Delay a day, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK - Moonlit Night, Suresh Dogra - Life's Duality, Mihaela Pirjol - Alive, Mihaela Pirjol - Poet Versus Members - Poem Hunters Rule .., Hardik Vaidya - Push Aside, Seema Chowdhury - Earthquake, friend and foe, Siu Lun Tsui - Inner Callings, RoseAnn V. Shawiak