May not be long now
may be longer than you can count
those rheumatic fingers and their gnarls
so redolent of time echoing
trees with knots, bound-up old aches
when you climbed limber and swift
never thinking you’d break or fall
still we feel
oh God we feel
May not be long now
may be longer than you can count
still clear mountain water sluces
eyes saving their deluge
for crying among nature is a time-worn tradition
learned from our elders
practicing with first love and then
when we cannot bend as easily
rent our chests with vigor
still we feel
oh God we feel
Maybe not be long now
may be longer than you can count
staring upward at sky pinned with stars
remembering how emotion felt
before we learned to pretend
such things were not
our life blood
such people forgotten beneath damp weight
questioning what is not ours to know
still we feel
oh God we feel
Your sensational finale left my emotions still feeling …
“Maybe not be long now
may be longer than you can count
staring upward at sky pinned with stars
remembering how emotion felt
before we learned to pretend
such things were not
our life blood
such people forgotten beneath damp weight
questioning what is not ours to know
still we feel
oh God we feel”
Oh, we do, we do; else, what would be the use of poetry?
So very insightful. I do hope you are well
😉
I don’t think anyone has ever said my writing was ‘sensational’ and I must say I smiled BIG at that my friend. Thank you dearly for your kindness. It means a lot. It encourages me immensely. I appreciate you.
Always my pleasure Candice 😊🌏💕
Fitting title and sublime words, Candy! <3