Wedding Bell Coffee Blues

Just a ramble, free flow, whatever, you know how I do

I'm afraid I've done you a grave injustice,
not picking up the pen the way I should have,
I wanted to make you happy with the pictures
I could paint, but really, there was nothing
worth putting to the canvas of the grey matter.

I don't know how to make it up to you,
with you being in the ground, it's been what?
Months at least, and the words come and go
like a rolling tide over the sandy memories...

I used to have such an easy time with this,
scribbling, scrawling, spattering, splotting
But it's not the same.
It hasn't been the same in ages.
I'm great at making up plots on the spot,
but I can't put it down anymore.

This is my restart to you. The pulse is quickening,
my paper is whispering, so that's a sign, old man...

Reviews

[SpitfireGrrrl]

The pulse is quickening,
my paper is whispering, so that's a sign, old man...

That totally sticks with me, it's the perfect ending. I feel kind of like a voyeur, or an eavesdropper, listening in on a conversation I shouldn't have heard - but was all the better for it.

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

Hello, Nice to see you back writing here. A great piece, parts remind me of writers block, the curse of not being able to bring yourself to put pen to paper. It remind me so much of myself....Keep writing you have a great talent.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The best way to celebrate loved ones who passed on is to live our life just as they would want us too

you are a master craftsman at expressing your emotions and you are in top form here.

[Tommy]

I always love your writes; right to the point. I seem to be able to relate to most of your pieces I have read. It makes me feel a connection with the author.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Erotic Goddess]

I'm afraid I've done you a grave injustice,
not picking up the pen the way I should have,
I wanted to make you happy with the pictures
I could paint, but really, there was nothing
worth putting to the canvas of the grey matter.

Hmmmm, those lines made me think of the mind as a black space...waiting for inspiration in the form of words...paint...anything.

Your emotion in strong in this and I am so sorry to hear how things have gone for you. I know it is clinging to you, as it is wont to do. We are here Amber, and we will always listen and learn from you no matter your writing, it is better than most I have ever seen on here.

We've missed your words, your wit, and your wisdom. I am looking forward to anything you decide to put down in writing.

Love to you!

[Bubo]

You always write with depth, and you will always find the write words to make us want to read more........so good to see you here.