i can feel the words i write,
but only because
i press my pen hard against the paper.
identical indentions bleed
from one page to the next.
they fade.
i like my pages better backwards.
words protruding, 3d,
like coming at you,
but soft, comfortable atonement like
Stockholm syndrome with
two years past.
let it build and
release. build and
release.
5 comments:
This is your voice. This is exactly what I feel from Josh. Perfect. So nice.
wait, this is joe, not ashley.
Very smooth. I really liked the thought of seeing ink seep through to the next page. Good job.
Ps. It is simple. Simple can be better I think. You still have the detail enough to stimulate thought, but there is a sparseness that I appreciate.
it is not the ink but the indention that is significant. the pressure that was applied shows there was some sort of emotion...but it is now lost. picture a mormon child running crayon over paper on an early 1900's gravestone to try and save a soul...but its already gone. what is left holds no importance but the initial action held trumendous emotion, intention; if only for that instant.
we do these things to reconcile the past but know we must come to terms with it and accept what is.
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