Love the passion poured in to a simple desire
The delicate tapping and flicker of shadow
I feel your presence before you slide into view
A slight blur of darkness against the light
The soft clunk
As you scrabble to gain purchase on a hardened exterior.
For a small time, I watch you. Taking in
Your mesmerising existence, the passion which fuels you,
the persistence which forces you continue.
To strive towards a goal so out of reach and beyond your control.
I feel bad for you that you don’t seem to understand
Don’t seem to grasp the futility of it all
Or maybe you do
You might just be optimistic
Regardless…… I close the curtains on you and turn off the light.
Now it is I who lies in the futile dark.
Cold hands, are the sign of a cold heart
you say. I protest you are confused.
You can live to lie another day
You state. I feel your ego bruised
Go wild tomorrow, live quietly today
You warn. My face less than amused
When the rain comes create hay
You exclaim. All proverbs abused
It takes but a red rose to tango
You offer, and I refuse.
Nanoo nanoo, May he rest in peace
Dear Robin, (may I call you Robin?)
I wish I could have said this to you in person. Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity to be graced in your presence. I hope my thoughts can reach you now.
You’ve been a part of my life since I can remember. 1978, just before my 7th birthday, “Mork & Mindy” hits the air and I was captivated. The crazy handshakes, laugh, and dialogue kept me staring at the television (sans blinking) for 30 minutes every week. One time, my Dad would get a haircut and when my Sister and I mentioned it, he would respond “Wrong! I got them all cut!” The first episode after a new cut for you, I remember Mindy’s Dad walked in and said “Mork! You got a haircut!” and Mork (you) responded “Wrong! I got them all cut! ARARAR (Mork’s laugh)” I looked at my Dad and…
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Escaping from writers block,
To discover your bruised forehead
And a kindle with a cracked screen.
I missed getting my find but will add to the pile. A bargain from Amazon late night browsing.http://www.amazon.co.uk/Unhelpful-Poems-Unhappy-Evelyn-Harford-ebook/dp/B00JSXQTRS
How odd, to have liked the post which promotes liking the liked comments.
This is how I feel attempting to cross a rope bridge.
Rain Forest Bridge
you must first
trust the strands
The second tentative
each successive one
to then, a summoning of
Vapor meets cooler air,
clouding the far side.
I have feared endings
and the strictures of the unseen,
in this vast
bisects the void.