3 a.m.

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sophia jane
sophia jane
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3 a.m.

my daughter at three a.m.
running
sleepy but so awake and alive.
I can understand that-
I am exhausted, so tired
of this day to day motherhood,
so weary of constant demands.

But I am so alive inside
burning with a want for freedom,
burning with the passion
for living-
only able to really be free
in poetry.

sophia jane
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tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
WHILE MY CHILD'S SNUGGLED DOWN

asleep and in bed, TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Free to be me.

What a devine thought ~ freedom in poetry. Swept away - caught up by the happy creative current.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Nice little piece ~

But what about the joys of fatherhood?

Perhaps I'd better write one...

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
Perfect summation

of the joy and trial of motherhood.

rikaaimrikaaimover 18 years ago
Great start

I think the imagery could be a little bit more crips, but I fully got the meaning of your poem. Often I am in the same boat, late nights, trapped, alone, but free through poetry and the ability to share it with others. I really enjoyed how you tied that in with your daughter. The non-stop job of being a mother can often times make a woman forget that she is an individual. I'm glad you found a way to retain that for yourself.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Like it

This is nice, SJ; simple and sincere. Thanks for sharing it.

Flyguy

sexmatesexmateabout 19 years ago
I CAN SEE YOU LOVE LIFE!

I HOPE NOTHING EVER TRAGIC HAPPENS TO YOU, FOR IT CAN MAKE YOU CYNICAL! I LIKE THE WAY YOU ARE........FRESH! I CAN SMELL THE FLOWERS.

WickedEveWickedEveabout 19 years ago
I can relate

I just finished reading another one of your poems and I can see you definitely have a few things to say. This poem needs some more work, but you do have the most important thing here--something to say.

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