Meditating Life
Meditating Life ( A villanelle) <BR><!--<BR> /* Style Definitions */<BR> p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal<BR>{mso-style-parent:"";<BR>margin:0in;<BR>margin-bottom:.0001pt;<BR>mso-pagination:widow-orphan;<BR>font-size:12.0pt;<BR>font-family:"Times New Roman";<BR>mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}<BR>@page Section1<BR>{size:8.5in 11.0in;<BR>margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;<BR>mso-header-margin:.5in;<BR>mso-footer-margin:.5in;<BR>mso-paper-source:0;}<BR>div.Section1<BR>{page:Section1;}<BR>--><BR I slowly sink into my wooden rocking chair. Old age is quickly…quietly setting deeply in. I meditate my life while I am sitting there; Can we say" it isn’t good," or "isn’t really fair?" I think not, as” My book of Life” I will begin… I slowly sink into the wooden rocking chair. Life is a circle of pain, love and despair You’ll always get what lies so deep within. I meditate my life while I am sitting there. My body isn’t beautiful, but I don’t care. It takes much time, life’s lessons to begin. I slowly sink into the wooden rocking chair. My life has hidden worth, full enough to share I’ve loved and learned and even suffered sin... I meditate mylife while I am sitting there. To love, to laugh to procreate and share There’s beauty in the peace I feel within I sink into the wooden rocking chair I meditate my life while I am sitting there. IlaMae Stucki(c) Mar. 2010
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IlaMae Stucki
I am a Registered Nurse.. I have loved writing for as far back as I can remember. My first writing was experienced by drawing as a child. In 7th grade I wrote a poem about Abraham Lincoln that won an award and was read on the radio in Salt Lake...
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