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Rain Through My Fingers

Author: Mithrandir
ASL Info:    28/m/N.Y.
Elite Ratio:    4.62 - 452 /681 /113
Words: 122
Class/Type: Poetry /Longing
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Rain Through My Fingers

The words escape me
like sparse rain through my fingers
I fear I shall be ever thirsty

In this search for relief
the mind always returns
to the image
of your face

Not mine to seek
Nor mine to hold
Never mine
Never mine

Pulse quickens
as I try to catch the words
I fear I shall be ever silent

Perhaps it's time
cast the paper on to the fire
throw the pens away

The words escape me
maybe they were never mine
to seek
to hold
to speak

I fear I shall be
ever thirsty
ever silent

and the mind always
works its way back
to the image of you
walking away

Submitted on 2011-09-23 14:28:20     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is wonderful, and I know that feeling well. The fickle muse has abandoned me lately. The last stanza is so telling. I hate to read something after so many thoughtful comments have been made because all of the good stuff has usually been said, and this is no different.

Nicely done,
| Posted on 2011-12-05 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ]
  Passions beyond expression tend to be seen in such a romantic light...
yet, to find oneself bursting with passion and being incapable of expressing it...that isn't romantic in the least.
It's horrifying.

I believe the repetition lent the feeling of desperation to the piece...this is something that's been turned over in the mind so often that it's ingrained...

Intriguing write.
Thanks for sharing.

| Posted on 2011-09-25 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]
  This is a perfect description of fragile inspiration.
Like rain through my fingers.

Sometimes, it really does feel that desperate. Trying to grasp the words as they escape; not wanting to feel empty.
And then I like this idea of the "you" for the inspiration.

"Perhaps its time
cast the paper on to the fire
throw the pens away"

It feels like that sometimes; maybe the words were happier before they were written down?

Great write

| Posted on 2011-09-24 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ]
  i didn't have the words to stop you from i don't have the words to tell you how i feel...

like rain through my fingers the words fall but not onto the page....they evaporate before they hit the ground...and i, i remain thirsty...

my pen is so dry...but my eyes are not.

lots of emotion in this.

beginning of fifth stanza...should be "Perhaps it's time"
| Posted on 2011-09-24 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
  I love the images: Rain through fingers, ever thirsty and the image of the beloved walking away. Thank you for sharing this piece.
| Posted on 2011-09-23 00:00:00 | by EW61 | [ Reply to This ]

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