When days are punctuated with a swirl of a pen
And breaths are held waiting
for the moment that thought
and reality becomes one
Somewhere in my twilight mind
Words were written and sent
On wings translucent and ethereal
Summoning you to me
You never answer
As I weep in slumber
Cursing the ink that spills my heart
Onto the page
I have done a fair amount of cursing in my day, Fia.
But the muse turns a blind ear.
j.
I agree with you, thank you
Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.
Thank you and yes certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons.;))
Brilliantly penned, Fia. Always dig your musings my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you ;))
A very striking and succinct piece. A fire burns in these verses.
Regards James
Thank you, James;))
Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.
Thank you emmagreen ;))