was my whispers
when all i could see
was me
i went down to
the bottom of
where i was
and talked to
the collection
that surrounded me
i told the tales
i remembered
from childhood days
of comfort
i confessed the sins
i recalled
from misspent days
of anger
i cried the thoughts
i received
from endless nights
and empty days
where all i could see
was the faded haze
of what life was
once before
i tore the air
with my utterings
but no one answered
with my name
(hush)
A most unusual picture - is this one you found, or is it a post prompting? Quite a crew with which to attempt a conversation!
ReplyDeletei know, for real! it was a prompt...but it reminds me of a grown up version of newt in "aliens." hoping you are doing well....
DeleteI'm well, thank you. Hope you are the same. Are the libraries closed? The redhead in the picture looks as if she could use a gothic-comfort novel to read . . . .
ReplyDeletedoing all right. it's hard to be on pause. my library is closed, but we are doing more and more online .... it's fun finding new ways to read and listen to things.
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