When day becomes night
Ask of my day
Did I offer love?
Did I make my work my own?
Did I bear burdens in stride?
Tell me my share is enough
That my work is sufficient
That I cared for another
With your good intentions
Tell me what I have found is contentment
Ask of my day
Ask of my night
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: May you offer specific feedback of ways I may improve this poem.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Katie, this carries a quiet honesty that really works…those questions feel real and grounded. I love your use of repetition. Since you asked, if you wanted to refine it...I’d just look at letting your strongest lines breathe a bit more through spacing. Nothing major…just small shaping to let what’s already there land even deeper. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Acknowledgement is seldom given and even less seldom specific
Oh don't give me that Katie - I believe you have sufficient poetic nous to DIY...LOL !
I am sure that good was done in both day and night Katie.
Andy
Beautiful 🌹
I tend to ask myself these couple of questions- is it saying what I want it to say in the manner in which I want it said and am I liking it? Then the internal debate flares up to the point that I post up what is essential a begrudging draft and revise at a later time and with the benefit of other perspectives. But we all do it in our own unique and ever developing ways. 🙏🏻🕊️
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