Poem - Grace

My dear friends, I owe you a thousand apologies and a thousand times more. I have been completely side-tracked by other activities of this life we live. Between writing motoring articles, work and study etc, I have neglected you, my dear readers. But I return! I promise you a post of the story this blog was intended to drive. This shall be up on Tuesday. I need to give time to my beautiful friend with the red pen to shout at me about the lack of material coming her way.

Now, I have sat on this poem for a while and I have finally decided to set it free and see it draw breath on it’s own. Wait, was that a birth metaphor?  Ok, now that I have weirded (not a real word, but gets the job done) myself out, let me get this up before more strange things come out of my mouth.

Enough blah blah blah from me. Here is the poem.

Grace

Words written. Words spoken.

Misdirection begotten.

A fade to something familiar.

Memories that keep anchor.

Sounds heard. Sounds made.

Chittering of mouths at play.

Mirth-filled smiles fingered.

Addiction’s calling. Whispered.

Eyes see, Illusions caress.

Transfixed in shimmering smoke.

Embroided scents that choke.

Undulating emotions crash. Seek.

See what sets. Sent to shine.

Speak. Hear. See.

Senses that speak of mine.

That felt interesting… Well? What are your thoughts? Feedback, slurs and items to throw? The Shining will be updated next week. And, as my Christmas gift, a bit of the other stories in my archives.

Take care of yourselves till next time.

Nic. Out.