Out there they said some things could be remembered
when under the stars and the shifting night
at hours long and colorless they sometimes come
spasms of a kind of awareness
like a gentle knife slid between ribs
But it’s when you come back, they said
and look through windows colored by morning
out to the crawling fields
just before the veil falls tattered into place
the gate hangs closed on rusted hinges
and night’s last breath is mist on cold glass
It’s then only that you’re free
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What’s inspired your writing lately?
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6 responses to “Out There”
I appreciate the cadence in your voice today…slow, methodical and stress on words. As for inspiration….it is lacking for me at the moment…I am overwhelmed with work and want to escape. This is just my medium to do it at the moment. Maybe that’s why my MC wants to fly over the ridge far away. 🕊
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Thank you Dawn! I’m sorry to hear that the inspiration hasn’t lately been there. It especially sucks when things keep popping up and getting in the way. I hope it comes back to you soon! (:
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A good thinker.
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Thank you! (: cheers
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keep writing and READING your work out loud!
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Thanks Paul, I will! Cheers (:
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