Bio Note: I have been on a rough road; Father quite ill, and, very recently, passing away. So, it amazes me I am getting a poem sent, but really it makes so much sense because the poetry community is my solace. Recently published poems are found in Bloodroot Literary, and Sheila-Na-Gig Online.
Snubbed by it, I understand the value of sleep so well just now. The velvety comfort of it. Waking refreshed, clear, renewed. You don’t know what you’ve got til its gone. Yes, indeed, Joni Mitchell. You called it; and so young. I will go to music, whenever possible, for solace. Wrap it around me like a quilt; relax into the warmth. Let a good ballad grab hold and melt like campfire marshmallows sliding down their stick. A voice skewered with aching lyrics over a jangly bare-boned tune stabs the target every time, and takes me away to a place I can rest. There, I’ll sit in the lap of well-sung struggle; ache; emotion; longing, let it all bleed out, and lay my burden down.
©2021 Marjorie Moorhead
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