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I Can Tell its Home!

January 11, 2019January 16, 2019 Ash Douglas

black and white hand raining

Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.

Let me feel it to the bone,
that day…
I wore the fog home.

Seagulls bicker,
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul

My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.

Published by Ash Douglas

Writer, Poet, Thinker, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one” View all posts by Ash Douglas

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short-prose-fiction says:

January 12, 2019 at 12:28 am

Ash, this is breathtaking! You are so talented.

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1. Ash Douglas says:
  
  January 12, 2019 at 2:37 am
  
  Really? Thanks so much.
  
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  1. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    January 12, 2019 at 2:47 am
    
    Really! Your poetry is so powerful.
    
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  2. Ash Douglas says:
    
    January 12, 2019 at 11:42 am
    
    You know, I hold your compliments in the highest regard.
    
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  3. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    January 12, 2019 at 11:43 am
    
    Thank you, Ash 😊
    
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iScriblr says:

January 12, 2019 at 2:08 am

Beautiful!

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1. Ash Douglas says:
  
  January 12, 2019 at 12:45 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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Anthony quann says:

January 12, 2019 at 1:23 pm

Wow,great job buddy

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1. Ash Douglas says:
  
  January 12, 2019 at 2:45 pm
  
  Thanks pops!!
  
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Susan Quann says:

January 15, 2019 at 1:45 pm

Beautiful such soul

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1. Ash Douglas says:
  
  January 15, 2019 at 1:46 pm
  
  Thanks mother..xoxoxo
  
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thelonelyauthorblog says:

January 21, 2019 at 7:54 pm

Awesome. So happy I didn’t miss this my friend

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1. Ash Douglas says:
  
  January 21, 2019 at 11:04 pm
  
  Thanks my buddy!
  
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I Can Tell its Home!

Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.

Let me feel it to the bone,
that day…
I wore the fog home.

Seagulls bicker,
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul

My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.

Published by Ash Douglas

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Grant me that yesterday tomorrow. I want to run again in November rain. Taste once more, those raindrops. Pinch me because I’m alive.

Let me feel it to the bone, that day… I wore the fog home.

Seagulls bicker, over drenched catch laid in blood, but that day, no matter. T’was Mother Nature’s chore. All backdrops to my soul

My lungs, they catch up, though heartbeats have no pace. One listen to the ocean, one breath to the shore. I can tell its home.

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Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.

Let me feel it to the bone,
that day…
I wore the fog home.

Seagulls bicker,
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul

My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.