How few words you've written
in the space below the verse,
your wishes are polite, succinct,
duly sent, second class.
Inside the melting blood stains seep
into this lake, froze decades since
winter sighs, resumes her grip
no solstice sun can warm this deep.
A repeated pattern, a tired refrain
words have failed me, us, I pray
"I don't know what to say", you said
killing me again.
Comments
kheldar | January 13, 2010 - 14:42
I'll write a few words below this particular verse if I may, shoe. As ever you have conveyed so much raw emotion in a few words, the way it makes me feel inside makes me hope that empathy and imagination are your inspiration, the fact such feelings may actually be inside you makes me want to give you a hug xx
threeleafshamrock | January 13, 2010 - 20:46
Clever and I don't know what else to say, other than I like it and I never know what to expect, when I open one of yours Shoe but - so far - I haven't been disappointed. ;)
Mangone | January 13, 2010 - 20:47
As usual Kheldar puts it very well Miss shoe
We hope it's a poem and you're not really blue!
Firebird | January 13, 2010 - 20:50
Simply magnificent, shoe x:)
shoe | January 14, 2010 - 09:31
Kheldar, You may write a many as you wish, hugs are so warming!
shoe | January 14, 2010 - 09:35
thank you Threeleafshamrock, Pleased you liked this one,
Mangone, summer is coming, I have it on good authority!
Firebird, thank you so much, :~}
Cavalcaderl | January 18, 2010 - 00:29
new shoe
yes, we can all do with hugs,
don't always get or give them
hope things improve.
julie x.