%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| We liked to take pictures when we were young. Do you remember the ones? Do you know the binder that held a history, we couldn't share when she died, divided up? Partially in tact, memory fades, missing. We liked to snap the trees in Autumn, but wondered why we couldn't capture a feeling, moments long past recalled from point of aim at a horizon daring, burning and bleeding out sunset after sunset. Do you remember when I called you my friend forever? What were we thinking by not preserving? Where will I find you now on that horizon? I'm staring at rivers and lakes, blue skies and the prettiest trees, and can't remember a single moment. I can't see me there with you, because you're not here to stare at this incipient void between two humble atoms in decay. 6.17.21 26 lines, free verse written to "Hold On" by Sarah McLauchlin If you learn what incipient void is, you'll get the context further Conversely: I do what I want to do and today I write, because I don't want to do what you want. and it still doesn't make me any happier. |
 Log in to Leave Feedback |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
