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That Look That Rest On Your Collar Bones

That look of yours that wearily slides down from the corners of your eyes that come to rest on your collar bones How I wish I could take the sadness away wipe out those years smooth out the hardship I see awake under it all what lays there in your dark circles I know I have walked under life too and it keeps pouring upon us like tears. © Gry W Christensen

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Douglas Brown

Date: 12/8/2021 8:48:00 AM

Great! How long have you been writing?

Gry Christensen
Date: 12/13/2021 12:49:00 PM

Thank you so very much. I have seen your very kind comments on my poems, but couldn't respond for whatever reason. But truly thank you from the bottom of my heart, it means a lot. To answer your question; since I was very young. I recall penning stuff on post it notes at my late grandparents house, and handing it to them, as they enjoyed reading it. They provided me with both pen, paper, and encouragement. Cannot recall what I wrote about then, nor can I imagine it was anything remarkable.

Skat A

Date: 5/5/2016 1:19:00 AM

Gry, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. --SKAT

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/20/2016 2:44:00 AM

Gry Christensen, nicely done. Glad to read your poem today. XoX *Linda*"

Robert Lindley

Date: 9/12/2015 7:38:00 PM

A deeply felt desire to heal. A poem that expresses the intense feeling of helplessness that eats our souls when we can not help one we love.. A poet's dream, a lover's lament and a sad echo into a dark pit.... Great poem my friend! A super 7 from me...

Gry Christensen
Date: 9/12/2015 7:44:00 PM

Many thank you's . This is written for someone I feel strongly for, that has experienced more hardship than anyone I know. Life put it's marks on us, stamps us and paints us. All we can is to grab that someone's hands and keep walking........