I want to give more than I can
All those years without you
The baked grass of my childhood
And the nights in red and black
It comes with wanting more of you
The yous that I can never meet
Samson hair and fresh-eyed grin
You as you are now
With all you were then
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‘I want to give more than I can’
Truer words were never spoken by a poet about poets, I think. Don’t we always?
And ‘the baked grass of my childhood’ is such a wonderful, evocative image. Baked by time, or what has happened since…..?
I do hope you will consider my invitation (did you see it?)–and no pressure–just want to make sure that you were aware of it. I think you have a real talent and I really feel that you would fit in and we would love to have you take part.
And if not? Totally ok, too. I will continue to enjoy the work that you post here.
Johnny
It’s hard to put as much as we might like into our words! I just responded to you other comment about the writing circle, and I would like to take you up on the offer 🙂 Unfortunately it simply took a while before I came back to my blog and saw it
Nigh impossible, really…no?
And take your time…I just wanted to make sure you saw it…..like I said, No pressure….