Ending
ending
I follow my own footsteps
through the empty field
I follow my own footsteps
through the empty field
To E. B.
Last night, I spoke your name in a crowded room. The place fell silent. Even in my dreams, they've heard the news of your death.
Comments
i have been visiting here for a bit now and wish to tell you how much i receive from you through your writing.
your poetry is so very evocative ... capturing subtle nuances of what it is like living in one's own skin ... in relation to another and the world.
often times, the presence of imagery,feelings and thoughts that come after reading one of your pieces is sustained for quite a while.
these three lines here have met me in an intimate way.
many thanks.