Stacey Knippenberg Ricci

Sunday - Poem by Stacey Knippenberg Ricci

Sunday flew over me
Locking my feet to the ground
Absence of direction
Intention of connection
Allowing for all
Escaping from none
Dismissed but held
A hostage of the heart
Feeble and Frail
That cannot feel the urge
To move alone
Waiting for Monday sun
Routine freeing me
To a contented level
Of familiar discontent

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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