I miss it you know.
Feeling the keys,
dancing beneath my finger tips
pattering raindrops on top of empty shells.
"Shells? What shells?" you may ask.
The shells hiding the marble.
Can you find it?
No. That was a wrong guess.
Your eyes have detoured your mind
Just as my mind detours
Hiding the words, my smooth round marble,
Passionate pink lips cannot say.
Looking down I am watching
my fingertips dancing.
Yes, that is what I miss. Dancing fingertips
striking keys, stroking thoughts,
caressing images...
Detour.
I miss it you know.
Writing myself into alphabetic characters,
silent symbols,
anticipating the rhythmic tone,
shells oscillating,
Uncovering the marble
Breathing me back to life.
8 comments:
i am glad you missed it enough to come back...breathe that life...
wow...It is just so beautiful jessie!weaved like heart beats around the lines. TOUCHED!
You know even with a head injury, I KNOW that this is amazing writing.
I miss you...I know I've had one hell of a year and poor Ms.K, had to be at one of my worst days...but don't hide...I miss you!!!
Love you
G
the urge may come and go, the passion, however, never dies...
Its pretty! And the detours take you away but eventually you find your way back....
Very good one..!
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