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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Boneyard Of Procrastination

A tea stained sunset
peers through my window
at a desk littered with frantic.

Each book, paper, magazine
held its priority for the brief second
it took me to place it among
mismatched intentions.                                

As shadows claim another day
I stare at the boneyard of procrastination
and my eyes fill with tears of answered prayers.

Tomorrow, my spirit sings tomorrow.
Fear ceases to bully hope.
The mess scattered before me
no longer is the altar where
agony built its nest.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

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8 comments :

Kerry O'Connor said...

This piece certainly strikes a chord in me - being so overloaded at work at the moment that I do not know where to start to clear my desk.

Debi Swim said...

A messy desk and so much to do brings tension and dread but I like that the writer has found relief in tomorrow's promise.

Marian said...

Love this: Tomorrow, my spirit sings tomorrow.
Hi Susie! So glad for good news about Dawn. xo

Jim said...

Life gets that way, Susie. First pick with me is "I stare at the boneyard of procrastination." Sometimes we just aren't energized like we used to be. Remember the front porch group on HeHaw? Life goes on that way too, just don't p**s off those close to you.
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Martin Kloess said...

great work of inspiration. Hope is our dawn

Ann Bennett said...

I've such a mess of papers. Organization would help me think. Nice work.

grapeling said...

so you've seen my desk, too... ~

brudberg said...

Oh yes... that's a desk I know all too well.

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