I refuse to write
My thoughts
Placing them, on virgin parchment
As you wished me, to scribe upon.
We've distant, ourselves
To endless fields of no return
Feudal attempts, to re-embrace
Have failed
That old time magic
No longer present
Has escaped
Through slippery fingers.
Our hands reach, To each other's
Finger tips
Stretching to their limits
Where space, separates contact
Grasp was impossible.
Enthusiasim
Was missing, from your behalf
Your words now dry
The chohesiveness
Of a wanting heart
Lacked
The minds desires, to scribe.
Good Grief, William! You're a Charlie survivor? Thank goodness! Did that influence the rather deep, murky, gut-type wonder in this piece? It's very layered... things to think about. (oops! silly me.. I just noticed the date... before the hurricane). Hang in there... I'm glad you have somewhere to go. katy xox.
William where do you live? I live near Tampa in Pinellas County. I can't begin to tell you the "survivors guilt" we are all feeling up here. We thought we were toast for sure when Charley kept plowing toward us. Of course I'm not sorry that we didn't get the storm,but I am very sorry (along with about 6 million other people in our area) that anyone else did too. You are a true artist if you are able to post poetry after a horror like that. This is a terrific piece. Blessings to you and your neighbors...you are in our prayers. We Floridians must stick together. Michelle
I will always read you no matter how you feel about writing or what you write that day, and as for Charley, he is gone, worry now about Danielle and Earl...take care of yourself, Ed & Rufuz
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Exceptional write!
Susan
Keep your head Up and keep on writing...where ever you are!!
Warm Love Tinka
No longer present
Has escaped
Through slippery fingers.
I like those lines. Glad you made it through Charlie, William.
when we least expect it!;-)