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Blur
There's nothing left to say,
Nothing to type, Soundless words...
Perhaps it is better this way,
with the silence so tangible.
A cold hand grips me;
How I wish it were yours...
The second hand moves so slowly,
slowly... the screen blurs.
Out of focus, my eyes wander.
There's nothing I can do.
I cannot reply, nor say goodbye...
But never could I hate you.
Nothing to type, Soundless words...
Perhaps it is better this way,
with the silence so tangible.
A cold hand grips me;
How I wish it were yours...
The second hand moves so slowly,
slowly... the screen blurs.
Out of focus, my eyes wander.
There's nothing I can do.
I cannot reply, nor say goodbye...
But never could I hate you.
Published 27th Mar 2015
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27th Mar 2015 00:56am
Shakespeare defined parting as sweet sorrow; he was much too poetic at times.
I wonder if it's tears that cause the screen to blur...
I wonder if it's tears that cause the screen to blur...
5th Apr 2015 5:18am
Hm... I suppose it could be a sweet sorrow should there be a goodbye. But a parting without one, I could only describe as bittersweet - at best.
Oh, how I wish. Crying brings the body a certain sense of relief... Tears and blood have a way of taking pain with them as they exit.
In this, as I wrote it, it was not tears but rather a lack of focus... Sort of like staring at the air, instead of through it?
But, as all art is - this poem is, of course, open to interpretation.
Oh, how I wish. Crying brings the body a certain sense of relief... Tears and blood have a way of taking pain with them as they exit.
In this, as I wrote it, it was not tears but rather a lack of focus... Sort of like staring at the air, instead of through it?
But, as all art is - this poem is, of course, open to interpretation.
