The cost will be too much
if I don’t send
that letter
she’ll never realise
i want only
the light to dance
her nights sweet
the cost will be too much
if i send it
again it would be
another
letter
misconstrued
instead
let’s pretend
those words that did trickle
from mind’s inkwell
dribbled into the page
didn’t
teach me such
a tight
lesson
let’s pretend I’m not looking
down the sight at
two hundred & seventy
letters written between
inquietude and friendship
who nocked only
to salve her sorrow
let’s pretend
later still
closer to now
the target never grew legs
the carpet wasn’t quicksand
sentences don’t string together in such space
anymore
let’s pretend I’m the only one
with ink on her fingers
and though the words
with her left in them
have expired
let’s pretend
I already sent that last letter
wishing her every bright and burning thing
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY