HEAVEN ON EARTH
(a shadorma)
Each day is
a hell all its own.
The stresses
and pressure
are enough to bury me
in your arms each night.
2014-05-23
P. Wanken
Written for Micro Poetry Prompt May 21, 2014: All Things Between Heaven And Hell, also shared at Poets United Poetry Pantry.
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This packs a punch, Paula. It is good that after a difficult day one has someone to calm the storm!
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Thanks, Mary – here’s hoping for a storm-calmer one day…
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Though the day starts as hell but ends like heaven………….
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Yes, if only it were so…
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There are good places to bury.. Sounds like the right place to go.
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Yes…it would be if there were such arms.
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You can get through most things with comforting arms there at night.
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It might not be comforting arms…but at least a phone call with a friend.
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at least you land well in the after, it seems…smiles..
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Ah…poetry. Just enough truth to start the writing process, just enough fiction to make it interesting.
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all’s well that ends well…. 🙂
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Maybe one day…
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Hi Paula, your ending caught me,just as intended… Lovely.. With Best Wishes Scott
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Thanks, Scott – I’m glad the ending still “caught” you and that the title didn’t give too much away. 🙂
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This makes a wonderful contrast – the stress of the day, the solace at night. Good one, Paula!
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Thank you, Sherry. 🙂
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So lovely the poem is…
And so blessed a person would be if they can get a loving arms to worry all the problems
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Nice! Love that surprise ending 🙂
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Cool twist to this one. Love the poem, Paula.
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