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Scatter Me Hushed

I laid my burdens down today. I prayed graced mercy grant my fade: Let rushed wind gusts scatter me hushed. ... CayCay December 4, 2021

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/6/2022 10:45:00 AM

love your cool word play, Caycay. you are so good with employing "sound" in your poetry. yes, we can talk today. Feel free to call. And yeah, what you said to me elsewhere, you are so right about THAT. We can talk about it on the phone

Neva Romaine

Date: 1/20/2022 7:50:00 AM

Dear Cay Cay; what a joy to return to PS and find you still thriving and creating beautiful poetry for us to sink into. I have been away from PS for several years now, and I am so excited to return. This is a deep and relaxing piece of art. You can actually feel yourself letting go inside as you take in these three lines. Excellent! Be Blessed in this New Year. Neva

David Smith

Date: 1/14/2022 10:19:00 PM

Yes we need that quiet time to focus. My grandson (3 on Feb 2nd ) and I have a tree in backyard with picnic table under it where he is happy to sit quietly with me. Excellent three lines.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 12/21/2021 9:54:00 AM

A powerful write in just three lines. I wish you would write more. "Love This" Have a Blessed Christmas and 2022.......................

Judy Ball

Date: 12/6/2021 3:29:00 AM

Beautifully put Cay Cay. We should all be able to lay our burdens down before the feet of Our Lord and ask Him to take them away and let us concentrate on His love and forgiveness and try to forgive and we are forgiven. I have a grudge I have held onto for over 50 years and when it comes back to haunt me I ask Jesus to take it away and help me love her as He does. Good Stuff here my friend. Bravo. God Bless, JB

Rico Leffanta

Date: 12/5/2021 10:54:00 AM

Sounds as if you are ready for the rakes . . . .