Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - Poetry


It had to be precise,
no more and no less.
Her mind would not allow
the simplest of deviations,
She focused on the thread of frustration
causing her stress.

She wanted to play, today.
Her friend unavailable,
Her anger grew.
The fates are so mean,
She just wanted to play.
Now she had no one,
Great, another boring day.

It had to be precise,
No more and no less.
Her mind now steeped,
with unlimited stress.

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Posted by Serena Shay at 10:13 AM
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12 comments:

  1. floretaAugust 30, 2009 at 12:47 PM

    ahhh, i am so deprived of this

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  2. Savanna KougarAugust 30, 2009 at 1:41 PM

    Uh oh... poor darling!

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  3. Serena ShayAugust 30, 2009 at 2:17 PM

    LOL - floreta, I vaugely remember being deprived. I always had a book to read and an imaginary friend to fill the void. Now they whisper stories in my ear. :)

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  4. Serena ShayAugust 30, 2009 at 2:19 PM

    Savanna - Yep, DD certainly felt like a poor abused darling. hehe Her friend did however come through for a play date...all that wasted angst! ;)

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  5. quin browneAugust 30, 2009 at 3:11 PM

    sounds like my day.

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  6. keiths ramblingsAugust 30, 2009 at 3:26 PM

    The simplest of things were so important then! Nice piece.

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  7. Serena ShayAugust 30, 2009 at 3:38 PM

    quin - It wipes you out, doesn't it! Thanks for stopping

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  8. Serena ShayAugust 30, 2009 at 3:40 PM

    Thanks Keiths, so true. One misstep or misspoken word and the world seems to come to an end...so much drama in such a small package. :)

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  9. Sherri B.August 30, 2009 at 5:35 PM

    Aww...I remember these days with my daughter. And now she's 18...the time flies! Lovely poem.

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  10. LDWatkinsAugust 31, 2009 at 8:44 AM

    Ah, yes the drama of childhood. I see it and remember it so well. Nice poem.

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  11. Serena ShayAugust 31, 2009 at 11:23 AM

    Sweetest - Time does indeed fly...I'm amazed by how fast the year have flown. It makes me sad somedays, on the other hand, its incredible to see what an interesting take she has on life...
    Thanks for stopping by

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  12. Serena ShayAugust 31, 2009 at 11:24 AM

    Thanks Lynda! Yep, childhood...it's a wonder we aren't all shipped off to boarding school somedays. hehe

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