..
Hands, pen
(sieve)-clasped,
we keep ourselves serious, black
clacked, fingertip touch of sane.
This inky work is nourish
-ment to able body
to breathe, soul to grieve
gloom.grim.gravity.
groan.grin.
………….gray.play.
From last stand
to first sit,
may we always
know
…………yes
…………………(-terday.)
..
Written for Toads.
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hey, De, I love the allusion to that receptacle of memory, and the gray(peling?) play, and the YES. yes. thank you for adding your voice ~
What a great title.
I love the whole Harry Potter-ness of this:
“pen
(sieve)-clasped,
we keep ourselves serious, black”
Writing memories. Keeping ourselves fallen-behind-the-curtain and dark. I’m out, but I get where you’re coming from.
May we always know yes…I love that!
Of course De, while we need live in the present projecting into the future. We should never forget the past. There lies much wisdom for quantifying present
Nice write
Much love…