Life this month has been busy and I’ve been wearing my serious face – you know me, the penultimate government wonk . HAH! OK, picture now some Calvin & Hobbes stupefaction. I’ve not had time to blog daily but that doesn’t mean the footfalls of emotion, those of tempered introspection, don’t lead me astray on these hour-long bus rides.
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Here’s something I’ve been working on for awhile, free-flow feelings that tug me back to those wild young days when I used to write a poem or two. For a girl I (still) know, go imagine that. Probably pure drivel but I really believe love never grows if you take care to nurture those feelings…
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When the wind whispers of you
and I call out your name,
new snow carpets my recollections.
Never to be lonely.
It’s no surprise all I’m chasing
still leaves me empty.
So I resolve to just laugh
at those Don Quixote windmills.
Safe harbor on a restless sea,
the veil of you settles
one more league nearer to me,
pieces of our dream again together.
I keep alive in my heart
Pieces, shards, flares of love
From really
not so long ago…
1 comment:
Wonderful, not drivel at all...very evocative.
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