- Non-Erotic Poetry
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I have always written you messages,
Notes that I long to send, but never have,
For fear that you will find them - comical.
There is no 'breadth and height' to my letters,
For they are only the imaginings
Of a heart too timid to walk in light.
I have tried to keep myself from writing
But when my heart and my pen start to bleed
My hand is carried along by the wave.
And when the last drop is finally wrung
I am ashamed at my temerity!
And that is how and when they start to die,
My written thoughts - on sheets of balled paper
Thrown in a heap - like used Christmas wrapping.
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoIt's better to have written and crumpled,
than never have expressed yourself...
than never have squeezed that heart...
than never have set down the pen on paper...
than never have unfolded that last thought again...
than never have thought about rushing trough that heap of paper balls like kids through the colorful autumn leaves fallen like brave words on innocent sheets of paper thrown by a heroic hand.
thanks never have meant more, thanks for not crumpling, for not swallowing down the emotion of pusillanimity about passing on words, for letting us read - and not finding it comical, but moving.
