Discontent is a shallow bloom, sharp edged, porcupine quills shooting up along the curve of a back, an ache in the teeth. Discontent is a toe stubbed, partially healed, stubbed again. Discontent simmers in a paint flecked pot, clouds the water, sticks to the sides of the mouth. Discontent is daylight that never falls, a pinprick in a shadow, a lost sliver of quiet. Discontent is an itch under the skin, a blister on the tip of a tongue, an abrasion on a salty palm. Discontent is a loose thread on a starched hem, a hole in the toe of a sock. Discontent is a wrinkle in the eye, a quiver in the heart, a prelude to sorrow.
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I am an internationally published writer and poet, originally from Los Angeles, now living in Ireland with my husband, 2 pugs and 2 cats. I am also the author of the full length poetry collection, "Things My Mother Left Behind", and half of the creative force behind "Tiger Lily" an Ekphrastic Collaboration with Jane Cornwell, published by JC Studio Press. I also host the literature podcast, A Thousand Shades of Green.
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March 11, 2024 at 12:59 am
Love this! Very clever! 🙂
March 11, 2024 at 7:26 am
Thank you so much!!!! I have been doing the stream of consciousness writing to build up some momentum, so I am very happy you liked it!!!!
March 11, 2024 at 7:38 am
These streams of consciousness pieces are phenomenal. Really powerful. Your choice of language is so unique. You know how incredibly talented I think you are, but I shall say it again. I wouldn’t be able to find the words for the feelings in your last few posts; you’ve not only found the words but you’ve made them utterly visceral. Take care Lovely Lady. Keep doing what you’re doing 😉 xxx
March 11, 2024 at 10:00 am
Gwen, you are an Angel!!! Thank you! You know I love your writing too! It makes me happy every time I see The Lockwood Echo in my inbox! xoxo
March 11, 2024 at 4:25 pm
discontent
is son pope st toms
bullshit tirade
cos the weather
man said wind to day
what a prick what an asshat
he is
March 11, 2024 at 4:54 pm
I’ve never felt more content reading about discontent. Excellent piece!
March 11, 2024 at 6:33 pm
This makes me smile! Thank you, my friend!!!! xoxoxoxo
March 12, 2024 at 9:21 am
Glad to have made you smile!
March 11, 2024 at 7:27 pm
Absolutely fabulous ❤️
March 11, 2024 at 9:06 pm
Rita, it makes me so happy to see you here!!!! Thank you for reading and commenting and returning! I hope you are safe and well and feeling joy in your life. xoxoxoxoxo
March 13, 2024 at 1:22 am
I may wander aimlessly for periods of time, but I always return to those I love. Hope you are well. Your gift is still flowering magnificently ❤️
March 13, 2024 at 9:20 am
Thank you, my lovely friend! I can relate to the wandering. I need to disappear sometimes, for my head and my heart and my health. I am always happy to see you here! xoxoxo
March 13, 2024 at 9:05 pm
Exactly ❤️
March 12, 2024 at 2:32 pm
‘ a lost sliver of quiet’ Duuuuude. You’re a genius. I love this so much.
March 12, 2024 at 10:27 pm
One day, you and I are going to have a drink together!!!! You are the awesomest!!!!!! When are you coming to Ireland!!!!!!
March 13, 2024 at 2:57 pm
I swear I responded to this yesterday. Maybe I’m in the junk pile for being too polite. 😂 One day, Susan, I promise! I think that would be so fun and I can only imagine the conversation we would have! I’ll probably be in Ireland next year. I’ll let you know when I will be there.😀 🍻🍀❤️
March 13, 2024 at 6:30 pm
Yay!!!! We will have a blast!!!!!!! xoxoxo