I sat
my cotton skirt damp in the dew on the grass
watching the sun rise
remembering the shape of you
remembering my fingertips grazing
the cool of your skin
and remembered the days before I knew the
weight of your tears
and trembled
slipping forward along with the horizon.
elPintor
Wed 6th Jun 2018 12:32
Thanks, Ray, Martin, and Suki for your comments, and glad you enjoyed, Colin, Desmond and Sofia.
I often find that I'm at a loss for words and am therefore reticent to say much publicly, but I'm grateful for your kindness.
Rachel
Tender and beautiful, Rachel. Thanks for sharing.
Hope you are keeping well.
Suki
This is beautifully put here Rachel. It seems to be a heart rendering memory .Love it
Quite a change for you Rachel - achingly described and simple but effective. The idea of disorientation is a different take on the long view.
Ray
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elPintor
Fri 8th Jun 2018 00:24
Thanks for looking in, David and Darren. I have to use the mood when it's available, otherwise the rigors of my job render me too exhausted to expand.
Looking forward to seeing everyone around.
Rachel