“It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.” ~ Norman Maclean
Hope that this isn’t a mistake to make contact… there are no unknown dangling promises here, and nothing needs to break but I want you to know that in the hard hours under tonight’s uncertain skies, I go to my zoo, I ask the elephants what to do and the answer I find is; tell yourself no more lies. But where you are concerned, I never learned to ask; what can I do to ease things for you? I can tell you though that after I lost my way, broken by the deluge of pain, I found no sweet kindness in my refuge of rage. Please make no mistake, there is no repair here I can offer that will make your hill easier to climb but I’m troubled to know that I let you go because I could never offer you the key to what you wanted from me.
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Thank you the kind words.The phrases seemed to find me.
Michael. I love it that you are obviously letting the poetry flow. These phrases seems released under high pressure, all the harder to control. And so they have tension. This is a fine poem. If you can get a few lines like this every day you can be assured that your efforts are being richly rewarded.
And damn. I like the image. This is good stuff.