as summer tips over
tiptoe
toppling
headlong into autumn
the timeless pause before
my heart
tips over
into missing you
and over
again
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spring's painful loveliness splinters the dry sticky dark softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter charming its forceful gentlenes... -
it has a rhythm and pattern all its own grief hidden and unpredictable it catches offbalance shifts pebbles underfoot transforms the landsca... -
We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
2 comments:
lettuce this is beautiful..so gentle..like a warm hug..
xx
Interesting comment about blogging being cathartic - you don't respond to comments so why blog? Why not just keep a journal? I have kept a daily journal for thirty years and it is very cathartic - but to blog without responding to comments is like talking to oneself out loud - a public monologue. I have started to blog because I am interested in the response to some of my ideas- also, because I have a book to sell, I want to call atention to myself as a writer. I like teh idea of a blog as virtual converation. If I didn't want that I would stick to my journal
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