Flicker

A dim day
lights half out half on
so many challenges
sometimes they are choked
can’t say anything about it

Sometimes
I am opaque as wool
felted thick against Austrian winters
and then
days when there is so little
that can be said
when words make no difference
and still they’re all I’ve got

On some breeze
promising rain and storms and something new
syllables fly
but where and why
no arrows
they fly blind
as prayers in the night

Sitting and staring
what lies before me
a spate of stupor
inducing musts
musty like the air
on a dim day

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very moving – wishing you moments when you have more than words and words bring you solace.

August 3, 2006
August 3, 2006

Wow…:)

August 3, 2006

A realy beautiful poem sweets!! So enjoy reading them!!! Thank you!!

August 3, 2006

I could so identify with staring at the mists Once a Vaporiser with my Asthmatic daughter, then the mist of my drunken brain eminating from a Back Bar mirror and now off the Ocean on a hot muggy morn..

August 3, 2006

Feeling your sadness here C. Sometimes our words heal and sometimes they hurt. This is so lovely even in its sadness. You really are speaking from yor soul nowadays Cathy, and it shows in your writings. Sending you much love and cool hugs to help you in any small way they can, Bren.

May you fly through the musts and be caressed by cool breezes. Gentle Hugs 🙂 Love,

Poignant.

August 3, 2006
August 3, 2006

a spate of stupor. yeah… *hugs*

August 3, 2006
August 3, 2006

Sad but still moving and lovely words. Big hugs

wow. feels like you’ve changed since last Saturday. we hae a lovely breeze here today, too.