i love you. life is short.

the inner circle

of my mind’s eye

likes to think that they are friends

my inner ear

with the binds that tie

is pondering these loose ends

of the things you have said

that I don’t understand

the hands of the clock

are made up of sand

if you’ve noticed

grit flowing

refining my thoughts

into panic

and fun things

the calendar has taught

please excuse

squinting ears now

 

they’re impatient.

 

 

 

 

 

23 thoughts on “i love you. life is short.

  1. Vanessa, after reading this and the last two posts I am trying to make my ears squint whilst trying to work out the connection between Gnomes and Grandmothers. It’s only Monday lol 🙂 Oh forgot, excellent poem.

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    • haha I appreciate the effort Mr D!
      I actually wrote that story right after I woke up from a dream I don’t remember much of. I wrote the six word story first, but the rest of it was in my mind, then I just decided to connect it.
      I had actually been thinking about dementia and some of the things hubby and I had been discussing (my husband’s on the board of our local church nursing home) and I had these really interesting dreamy wisps leftover about travelling and postcards. And the strangest feeling of loss when I woke from my dream…I guess you could say the subject in the postcard was missing.
      Then, like I do, I tangented with travelling through this woman’s mind together…and making a joke about finding the heart of the story, and well, I guess you can make of it all what you will. 🙂

      And thank you!

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