Rain Through My Fingers
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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 |
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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, Amy | 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... inescapable. 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 Matt | Posted on 2011-09-24 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ] | i didn't have the words to stop you from leaving..now 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" jacob | 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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