High Privilege
Chilling winds gust across barren soulscapes, howling agonies no pending dawn can console. Furtive glances betray the resolve lost in a distant season on an unrecognized shore before I realized it was so dark.
There was a day when a smile broke more effortlessly. Less will and sheer determination required. Arms fully extended, but each neighbor loiters just out of reach.
Grieve not for me. I certainly do not. For I will find nourishment even in the morning dew and consider it a privilege to reach even if never to touch.
1 Comments:
Karl,
Many of your posts make fine poems, just as they are. This post is one of those.
You have a natural affinity to poetic expression -- something I had not known was there in you before I started reading your blogs.
If you were to sift through your blogs, take out some of the good ones, do just a bit of fine tuning, publish them in a book of "poems" -- well, I would buy that book.
Book or no, thanks for the gift of your posts, and your heart!
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