![]() I Write, Therefore I Live . . . AgainA Poem by Victor D. Lopez![]() This is a free-verse poem about the unexpectedly emotional turmoil I felt during the writing of my first novel. In the shadow of the pandemic, ghosts thought long-buried resurfaced.![]()
Spent three nights this week
Living in 1987 Immersed in both joy and sorrow Long suppressed Writing a novel Of fact made fiction Relived a critical year Writing of my former self Three nights spent towards the end At my keyboard Not my bed Until 8:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m. Then two or three hours of sleep And back to weaving again A renewed tapestry From frayed and broken threads The heart remembers What the mind would hide Old wounds thought healed Begin to bleed again What is broken Is yet mended Forged in the white-hot fire Of sweet remembrance Tempered by tears that can still flow The novel's done Reopened cuts begin to heal And scabs reform anew Leaving new scars to fade in time The editing process begins The mind takes over from the heart The ghosts return to their cold graves Their temporary lives expired Closed doors pried open Now shut once more And green paths not taken Once again turn brown But oh the sweet ephemeral joy And deepest sorrow Of the dead past come alive again If only for a time to ponder what might have been You can hear my reading of this poem at https://youtu.be/UyXS7TKxKS8
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StatsAuthor![]() Victor D. LopezCoram, NYAboutI am a lawyer, professor of legal studies and author. My professional writing is primarily non fiction (law-related textbooks, reference books on mostly legal topics, articles in peer-reviewed law jou.. more..Writing
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