Gasp! How long can I hold my breath? Let’s see! Holding… …holding… …holding… Me waiting for my more is equivalent to me holding my breath. I see it. I want it. I need it. I keep telling myself to be patient, But my cheeks have extended past the point of tightness. My eyes fiercely go open and shut. My heartbeat is racing erratically. I am yielding to the point of fainting. Yet the insistent hope of my more makes the near death experience worth it. Writtwn by: Melinda Sanders ® 2012
Sometimes when life gets chaotic and you need to unwind, we look for something to relax us...a Cup of Tea, perhaps! The purpose of this blog is to provide just that...a relaxed and open (online) place where people can share thoughts and feeling on various topics found in the poetry posted. (All poetry is written by Melinda Tomlinson unless other-wise noted. So come on in and take a sip...