Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams
I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry.
...
words and foto T CarrollyI have hand formatted the code as there were no site apps to so do.
It can't be the male menopause Steve - or maybe it's a joint menopause, cos I found this very moving too.
Tommy - you are such an unusual writer, so very original. Now see this has regular rhyming (which I'm not massive fond of these days), but it's so poignant that it lifts it completely.
aghhh! It has done it again. I'm impressed that you recall the fact. Cheers for the critique. T
Grr this fone has edited my post 70%. Another go: The format is owing(due?) to my post is uploaded from my fone.
Graham you are correct, this is an edit
I don't remember this piece Tommy, not sure whether you've published it before or not.
Although I would prefer it in the "usual" format, I think the words are very effective indeed.
"I grind to bits my words and teeth" is excellent. The brevity is almost a curse.
Well done
Graham
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Preeti Sinha
Wed 19th Nov 2014 07:03
So sad your lines.