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reading identity
I hang my clothes where I read
As though I need to read what I wear
The fabric a differently spun journey
To the same place of solace and questioning
I'm a deck of tarot I never read anymore
Because I've given up trying to peer into the future
Like it's predictable
Today hides all its answers
Minute by minute
My eye lashes on my pillow, a question
To the presently blue sky
Luke warm coffee an answer
To the not-quite boiled kettled
I poured out in my morning impatience
To wake and see the sunlight
And whether it would be hidden by clouds
Much like myself behind these curtains
(C) Indie Adams 2014
As though I need to read what I wear
The fabric a differently spun journey
To the same place of solace and questioning
I'm a deck of tarot I never read anymore
Because I've given up trying to peer into the future
Like it's predictable
Today hides all its answers
Minute by minute
My eye lashes on my pillow, a question
To the presently blue sky
Luke warm coffee an answer
To the not-quite boiled kettled
I poured out in my morning impatience
To wake and see the sunlight
And whether it would be hidden by clouds
Much like myself behind these curtains
(C) Indie Adams 2014
Published 9th Apr 2014
| Edited 10th Apr 2014
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10th Apr 2014 9:33pm
A quiet Write from You Indie...This energy You capture is very identifiable for my own times...Always Lovely Ink!!!
11th Apr 2014 4:44am
Thank you souladareatease for your lovely comment. :) I'm glad you can relate. I wanted this piece to be a bit quieter and introspective.
