It was equally therapeutic for me. Although my father passed many, many years ago, the emotions are still present. Thanks for taking the journey with me, tim.
Memories of distant events
Too far gone now to relive
Still haunt the archives of innocence lost
Memories filed away in cabinets locked
Yet your specter ever tarries
My tears, never enough to move you
Father-figure was an unknown phrase
Only thought about in childhood dreams
Your absence was a blessing and a curse
You taught me what not to be
Lessons never to be forgotten
In sp
I admit to not knowing a whole lot about diabetes. Prior to chatting with some of you on GA, I wasn't exposed to the facts, and I appreciate the learning. All of the food talk you engage in is funny at times, but I've learned a lot about choosing healthier options, and that's a positive point.
Just brilliant, tim. At first read, I was inspired to jot down my own poem. Thank you for that inspiration. Nature and emotion often go hand-in-hand - one can be used to describe the other - and you illustrate that connection beautifully here. It doesn't matter that the content wasn't from your personal experience (thankfully not); it contains subject matter that anyone can relate to and feel. Really good.
Through a veil of ice,
I catch glimpses of you.
Who is watching whom...?
It matters not.
For it is only the veil,
The snow,
The frozen sea which separates us.
Surely, we can cross the distance
On sharpened blades of hope.
With decisive hand and determined heart
I shepherd you to hands and knees
The space between us diminishes, fades
And I bind you in a position of compliance.
i watch the rope looped through Your fingers
Each knot, keeps me safe and frees me
i let go of my fear and control, trusting You,
To bend me to Your will, but never break me
Cinching the ropes across your skin
I seize your attention, with words and potent sensations
Deliber
Hello, ColumbusGuy. Awesome that you picked up this story on a recommendation. I assure you that this story is continuing, albeit slowly right now. I had the next chapter all lined-up but couldn't find satisfaction in it and ended up scrapping much of it to head in a different direction. So, it is still 'in progress'. And my muse prompts me to continue on, so continue on, I shall. Thanks for reading and reaching out with your comment. I appreciate it! Cheers - Mac
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Freerider, you've brought up a very good point here, thank you. There may be some validity to your theory, however I would need to experiment more. Care to do one with me?
You're very kind, Reader, thank you. It was an interesting exercise that could have resulted in any number of possibilities - good, bad and everything in between. We'll see how the next one turns out.
We couldn't predict how this would turn out, and I'm pleased it turned out so powerful. The next one, and the next one, might not be so cohesive, but the unknown factor makes it all the more interesting. No editing, no second-guessing. Thanks for your willingness to give this a try, tim.
It is impossible to see beyond the mire,
Those barriers of judgement,
When your mind is full of derisive chatter
And anger is all you spew
Tension fills you, your mind's distracted
Your inner peace becomes a fatality
The friction you suffer while
Undoing tangled threads of regret
Only adds calluses to your habitual scars
With a blade you try and scrape away
The unsightly and the ugly