I was lost, vision grown dim
Hands outstretched like bones to touch
Feeling nothing, voice for no-one,
And you came to me,
Eyes glittering, lambswool in the morning dew,
Filaments aglow.
Your hands were my hands,
Skin on my bone, the world revealed,
And we danced, and the sun was alive,
And the shadows fell back to the corners.
I was lost, but you came to me.
I was dumb but you breathed your voice through me,
Forgave me, with a whirl of feathers and pine needles
You spun me. Now I'm yours.
You loved me and we built
Us.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
Saturday, 31 December 2016
Us
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