Poem: Before pen touches paper

Should I continue from where I left off? Ignore

the unwritten chapters in between? Characters

remain the same, yet forever changed by the problems

and wounds they let in. Every life is a rose petal

and it's fall echoes like a sparrows song.

 

It's a slow process of progression from one

side to the other. Your goal a reality

or a dream – a plain difference when you try

to write it in a letter; gazing so carefully

at the words, the words gaze back at you.

 

And you giggle at your own hallucinations. In the dream

of our imagination the children whisper

of men’s faults. Calling for a home of peace so close

at hand in the green fields.  Before the moment

of waking up, we are larger than life. Nothing out of place.

 

Writers have not run out of ink, but out of hope

and confidence. There forever remains a silence 

                before pen touches paper.

 Finally autumn inspiration kicked in; the weather is perfect for melancholic music and reading. Even Ollie has been a bit more lazy than usual. The first picture was taken...like five years ago, something like that, and even though people say I look young, I think I looked younger back then ;)