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I tire of the abuse, I receive
and yet I know, I won't leave,
for I am bound, not by wealth,
but the vow, "In sickness and in health."

a boulder
river rock ashine
pebbles

I have the bedroom window open
and the wind moves the slats.
Awakening, I forget where I am;
still in our bed, toasty warm.
I hear the splatter of new rain,
tap dancing on the roof
as clouds loose their torrent
on the thirsty earth.

The fallen leaves
are so very dry,
I use a vacuum
or I do try
to suck the leaves
up from the grass
but the wind blows
and leaves do fall
as I pass,
from limbs above
adding to my amass.

A new adventure, every day.
It's now time to put away
the clothes of this Summer past.
Bring out the Winter warmth
of turtleneck sweaters and of course
the heavy coats with scarves and mittens.
Rain boots and socks of wool
to keep your feet so very warm.
Let's not forget a nice warm hat
to keep the cold from ears and head.
Stay warm as Winter's near.

Delusional? Perhaps that's what I am.
But one thing is certain, I do understand
The need for love in this World.
Not the hate and fear that is spread
By those who appear to be in control
And lie, cheat and rob with much vitriol.

Write again? Perhaps I shan't
for write I will and I'll rant
about the unfairness of life today,
for those where illness comes to stay,
while cures for disease is kept at bay.
What kind of God are you now?
When suffering and strife you allow?
Praying both night and day
with few results is my dismay.

My mind is a flutter,
Clogged with lots of clutter.
I need a mental enema,
That is for sure.
Stupid words.
No rhyming in season
What is the reason,
That my heads hurts
In the morning,
But not at night.
My back is aching,
Until a hot shower.
I feel like a horse,
Rode hard and
Put away wet
And yet,
These are words
That I now get.
Why is that?
I ask the Lord.
Is it because
I'm mentally bored
Or that this writing
Will be so abhorred?

My mind is wandering
far and wide.
Running from something
I cannot hide.
Trying hard to forget
and the plight
that seems to visit
only at night.

I rake the leaves
from the grass,
while silently, they fall
behind me.

Sometimes I act like a rudderless boat,
moving so slowly but still afloat.