“It will take some doing to stop
feeding on books over food.
Everyday now I remind myself
I cannot live on paper words alone.
I must get up from this world of words in my head
leaving me outside of the living
empty, sometimes dead.
Let them out.
Loud.
Louder.
Again.
And again.
And again”
28th May – Lady O musing on Life since last post.
What a moving poem. It makes me feel the longing and the destination as merged.
Thank you for the thoughtful comment (as ever) Minna. I appreciate the feedback.