another early morning daylight

i find you staring wide-eyed at the ceiling

and i know what you're thinking

you said it was ok if i didn't talk about it

but it bears down upon the air we breath

oppressing and you're asking yourself

how much more silence you can take

i once told you jokingly you would get bored of me

but boredom doesn't resemble the face i see

the face the smile is slowly leaving

you're not sure that face will ever show again

and you're closing the door behind its departure

to inhabit a separate place

◄ origins and distillations


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Sun 10th Mar 2019 07:23

Hi Kate,

I couldn't get closer with my words if I tried.

We aren't all endowed with the same capacity to verbally express emotion in concrete ways. Sadly, this is often a barrier to connection where it is most needed.

Thanks for reading and for your well-thought comment,


It's a bit early for this, but it's what came up while contemplating your comment, Kate--


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Sat 9th Mar 2019 04:16

Rachel, it's a moment where perception, empathy and awareness works against a person. Bring able to sense their hurt, pain, withdrawal, dissatisfaction.... But being powerless to change the tide once it has turned. Very powerful, and a moment to which many can relate.

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Fri 8th Mar 2019 22:21

Thanks to each of you for your thoughtful comments.

Istanbul has been keeping me inordinately busy over the past couple of days, and over these last two months I've been up and down like a rollercoaster. But, the site has been a welcome, if only temporary, escape from worry.

Have a good weekend, to each of you,


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Fri 8th Mar 2019 10:16

Heavy with sadness and the realization of the inevitable.



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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 8th Mar 2019 07:50

Is this the point in a relationship where people move to seperate bedrooms? maybe so.

That is not as flippant a remark as it may seem, it certainly isn't meant to be anyway.


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Martin Elder

Thu 7th Mar 2019 22:56

There are moments when it can feel like all the air is being sucked out of the room.
great description here Rachel with so few words.
Nice one

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Mae Foreman

Thu 7th Mar 2019 21:22

Perfect depiction of this cold cold moment we've all experienced. Cold, cold, cold. I hate it. Loved this poem!
Thank you Rachel,🎈

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Thu 7th Mar 2019 20:51

I suspected there must be someone around who could relate, Jason. Thanks for the kind comment.


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Jason Bayliss

Thu 7th Mar 2019 14:16

Oh Rachel, this is so accurately descriptive of a particular time in life some of us have experienced a few times. Brilliant job.

J. x

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Thu 7th Mar 2019 13:54

Foreboding is an apt word, here, Keith--sometimes we know something's coming but can't do much about it.

I appreciate the comment.


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keith jeffries

Thu 7th Mar 2019 10:57

´ it bears down upon the air we breathe ´. An atmosphere such as this is pregnant with expectancy. There is a foreboding quality about this poem which I think many readers will relate to.

Thank you for this


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