Fog and cold surround
Thick as dust upon a book
Days and nights merge casting
A loss of self and knowing
The kind of loss that slaps and
Never pauses long enough to
Allow a dialing of an angel’s number
Nothing left to share
Must remember the truth of
Love and self
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© Carol Campbell 2016
❤ ❤ ❤
WritersDream9 
This works for me now in processing the death of my sister. Wish I could dial up an angel.
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I am truly sorry for your loss. Perhaps you have and not known it? Thank you!
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“Allow a dialing of an angel’s number” what an awesome line! I couldn’t figure out how to fit in dial into my response. (I’m still tinkering with it; it’ll go up on 1/7; I did all the worlde prompts so far this week together.) I really love the idea of dialing an angel. I wonder if Heaven has a switchboard and which angel minds it and if its possible to reach a saint by mistake . I’m going to have to think on that. 🙂 I love the response!
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I’m so glad that you do.I must thank YOU now for all your kind support! 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 It’s a joy reading your work. You have such a way with words and I like seeing the world through your poems. I am learning much from them 🙂
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And I am from your work!! 🙂
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really? how very cool! I didn’t think my story poems held any teaching in them but I am glad if someone takes more than a smile and a few minutes’ pleasure from them. 😀
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very wise words.
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Thank you! 🙂
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sort of a melancholy description of some inner pain bubbling to the surface.
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