Comments on: It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: Some Thoughts from the Well-Rested https://iwilldare.com/2021/08/its-sunday-im-boring-some-thoughts-from-the-well-rested/ A little bit of heaven & A whole lot of hell Mon, 23 Aug 2021 17:01:59 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.2 By: Jodi Chromey https://iwilldare.com/2021/08/its-sunday-im-boring-some-thoughts-from-the-well-rested/#comment-77687 Mon, 23 Aug 2021 17:01:59 +0000 https://iwilldare.com/?p=364930#comment-77687 In reply to Barb Durham.

I want it to be the one, but it’s not giving me that spark of recognition in my heart. Even so, this poem is amazing and I love it.

]]> By: Morgan https://iwilldare.com/2021/08/its-sunday-im-boring-some-thoughts-from-the-well-rested/#comment-77684 Mon, 23 Aug 2021 02:01:16 +0000 https://iwilldare.com/?p=364930#comment-77684 I was also going to suggest Her Kind.

]]> By: Barb Durham https://iwilldare.com/2021/08/its-sunday-im-boring-some-thoughts-from-the-well-rested/#comment-77683 Mon, 23 Aug 2021 01:58:08 +0000 https://iwilldare.com/?p=364930#comment-77683 Is it this one?

Her Kind
By Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

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