Today, I’m thinking of you,
new friend, met for a weekend,
those intense moments of stretching
ourselves into expectation,
birthing pains.
I find your words here,
between the pages,
and hear the anguish of your loss.
I remember our late night conversation,
the smile you fought for as you shared.
I’m thinking of you,
and wishing you lightness,
today.
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You seem to be referring to a newly-discovered author. I am having a similar discourse with Paolo Coelho, having just first read “The Alchemist”.
🙂 It happens frequently when we ‘meet’ an author through his/her work, doesn’t it.
Specifically, in this poem I was writing about a poet I met at a retreat this summer, as I was reading through her book it was reminding me of some of our late night conversations.
Interesting and thoughtful….
thanks, Errol!
Those intimate moments are rich fodder for poetry, and they fill us up.
Wonderful writing.
Thank you!