Long days are spent
Alone
With just the TV
And the dogs
While I heal
From this latest surgery;
The cards from friends,
The occasional phone call,
All are wonderful,
But what I miss most
Is being able
To see the person
With whom I am speaking.
I wait on company
That never comes
As I read book
After book
After book
And pour my thoughts
In the forms of poetry
And prose
Into my journal.
How eagerly I await my release
From this medical bondage,
When I can return to work
And resume my life,
But not before
Having gained
A profound sympathy
For those who can never leave
Their prisons.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Georg
What a huge message your words are conveying. Hear hear! Be well, Liz
(((HUGS))) love and prayers - I understand this, all too well -
Karla.
Regis