I’m digging through letters for clues
For endearments that will fill my cup
They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush
Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one
In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you
I’m digging through letters for clues
For endearments that will fill my cup
They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush
Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one
In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you
Gather your jumbled up thoughts
jot down some fleeting words
numerous adjectives,
superlatives, and delicious nouns
Describe the scene
a setting to explain
it most certainly could be this
only it could be better
Conjure up a lost love
hint at a depth of longing,
desire, fulfillment, and regret
but give yourself some credit
Leave your readers with faith:
love eventually wins
love yourself enough to see
your words are what keeps them waiting
The Poetry Question queried which 5 books have influenced me over the years. A bit of a challenge as I’m constantly reading, and in my younger years I read a lot of Allen Ginsberg, but these are the ones that have shaped me the most in who I am today. I hope you enjoy and would love to hear your thoughts on what book(s) have influenced you over the years.
Thanks for reading!