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">Life is a bed of roses and thorns.</p><p id="ffea">Have you ever stopped to count the number of atoms in your soul? When the world was spinning and spitting down on you, like <b>they</b>, were the stars of a universe? And you were not even a molecule, but invisible or somehow cursed…</p><p id="d073">When they, unwittingly, were trying to<i> dim </i>your light?</p><p id="925c"><b>Mind-Surfing</b> is a fun thing to do on a weekday; it means the weekend is close by….. My poem, The Thorn and The Rose, was inspired in part by something someone said and my mind-surfing went off on a tangent. It is a flight of fantasy and fancy, <b>not </b>from real life. My life, thankfully, is full of light, though I have gotten pricked by a few thorns. But mind-surfing forces one to think outside the box.</p><p id="8909"><b>Would love to show support for <a href="undefined">Martin Rushton</a>’s Share the Love by posting another writer’s poem or story that genuinely inspired or touched me: Flows of time by <a href="undefined">Martine Weber</a>.</b></p><p id="dd0d">Here is a link to Share the Love</p><div id="de96" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sh

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are-the-love-back-issues-b46906815d63"> <div> <div> <h2>Share The Love — Back Issues</h2> <div><h3>All of our back issues from the beginning.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*w-Ij1vLs4KJYB9zT)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="df6c"><b>Here is the link to Flows of time by Martine Weber</b></p><div id="5341" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/flows-of-time-fb1fbddf0ea3"> <div> <div> <h2>Flows of time</h2> <div><h3>A poetic recall</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*S19qJ6oDJ8hvTqKJ)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="f709">Thank you for reading and sharing!</p><p id="a9b3">Connie Song 2020</p></article></body>

Poetry

The Rose and The Thorn

Mind Surfing

Today, my heart and my soul feel bruised and kicked around. They do not comprehend what’s going on. That they’re the ones who made me realize a lot of things today, They’re just playing their upper hand with my mind. They are the ones holding the power to make me feel.

Funny, how the Transformers can transmute. Play a game of poker with a full house and no dice. Eat the clouds and leave you in the pouring rain. I was taught not to relinquish my power to the tormentors, those strong emotions, trying to take over. We struggle and wonder who will win the fight.

Not to let them dim my light.

But, at least, they opened my eyes.

Life is a bed of roses and thorns.

Have you ever stopped to count the number of atoms in your soul? When the world was spinning and spitting down on you, like they, were the stars of a universe? And you were not even a molecule, but invisible or somehow cursed…

When they, unwittingly, were trying to dim your light?

Mind-Surfing is a fun thing to do on a weekday; it means the weekend is close by….. My poem, The Thorn and The Rose, was inspired in part by something someone said and my mind-surfing went off on a tangent. It is a flight of fantasy and fancy, not from real life. My life, thankfully, is full of light, though I have gotten pricked by a few thorns. But mind-surfing forces one to think outside the box.

Would love to show support for Martin Rushton’s Share the Love by posting another writer’s poem or story that genuinely inspired or touched me: Flows of time by Martine Weber.

Here is a link to Share the Love

Share The Love — Back Issues

All of our back issues from the beginning.

medium.com

Here is the link to Flows of time by Martine Weber

Flows of time

A poetic recall

medium.com

Thank you for reading and sharing!

Connie Song 2020