Tonight I played tennis for the first time in three years, and it felt wonderful.
I wish I had more time to write in this blog; rereading my daily triumphs and fancies is inspiring and a greater volume presupposes greater opportunity for inspiration.
Wrote this awhile ago, comments/criticism appreciated.
- Mnemosyne
and I sit among the raspy fumes
and hear a mockingbird sing
and a wave of perfume flows over me
and the sun climbs above the clouds
one last raindrop falls upon the stone
I look up and she hides her face
with clouds newly gray
and I realize her reassurance will not stay
there is no haunting fear today;
just telegraphed emotions, winking to and fro
I sit silent and watchful
muse in her frozen bone
my artist will come home
his love will warm my marble immortality
and until Time takes him away
life will pour through my cold veins
and my glazed eyes will sparkle like diamonds
yes, my artist will rise to glory
my outstretched hand on his heart
and when Time takes his love from me
I will die once more
and hope the Great Father will be so kind
as to one day assign me another great mind
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