i’m thinking of birds
flying into the blue.
sky and waves. not
last night’s takeout
staring at me.
turn the heating
pad even higher.
shift. shift. shift.
watch another murder
mystery. blink.
dozens of prisms
scatter broken light
across striped chairs.
missing another meeting.
dodging another call.
drink more water.
another handful of pills.
swallow the dust.
look out.
four of them.
*48/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic
Bridgette Tales 
Hmmm. Kinda wondering after this one. Hope everything is okay. Poem is nice, BTW.
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Beautiful photo, and intriguing poetry to go with it.
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Bridgette, I think sometimes simply looking up and noticing four birds is enough to remind us that the world is still larger than the pain we are carrying ❤
~David
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Sending {{{HUGS}}}, Bridgette 💖
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Bridgette as usual you give us a thought provoking poem. Our lives are more important than the baggage society expects us to carry everything is here for us to enjoy. Like the words of Wordsworth, with our busy lives, we have no time to stop and stare.😊 Regards to your family
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