CALLIGRAPHY
Dark ink against
White paper
Lines and squiggles
Your name in red
A tinge of age
Along the paper’s edge
The cup slips
Cracks appear
What was once whole
Is now broken
I read that you had gone away
For good
It happened years ago
I cry when I think of you
There was always
Space between us
A far away distance
I tap the nib
Against the lip of the ink well
We were not bound
No straps to hold us
Just good friends
The story written in calligraphy
Well wordled. I love it.
Thank you for your comment. I think it must have been last week, I was writing, and remembering…I googled him, and found he had died 2011. I have not seen him for years, but always thought of him as my friend.
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I love it when I can write a poem about a memory. It is like taking a photo. Helps cement the memory for us. Sorry your friend has passed.
Thank you so much Sabra. Annell Livingston
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a stunning write 🙂
Thank you for your comment, Jae.
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You write a strong scene of writing to long-lost friend. You paint the emptiness very well .
Thank you Vivian. Annell Livingston
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Annell- I’m not so sure if you’re aware that your full address shows up in your replies?
I am pretty new to wordpress. I will look at that, and see if I can do something about it.
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Ok! 😊
In these few words, you say it all. They perfectly convey the situation and the emotion.
Thank you Rosemary. Annell Livingston
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That happened to me not long ago too, looked up someone on facebook and found he had died. I love your poem.
Oh, this death thing…and we know we are supposed to die…but it is so hard to believe when it happens. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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It is an awful thing. We think of people we have known, and think they are living their lives somewhere, just as you are. And then to find that they are dead. Died years ago, it is a loss, an emptiness of thought and feelings. I can’t even remember when last I saw my friend. I think he was in town for business and he came to see me. We went for a drive. It was so good to see him. What is it about people, that we love?
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Gone away….space between us….just good friends. This makes me sad really, as I read in the words the leaving of someone who had been cared about more than a ‘good friend.’ Powerful writing.
Thank you so much Mary.
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Perhaps we don’t write enough about other people in our lives that have meant so much to us. As a writer I do use memories of people to create poems and stories of myself and of others I knew that become characters in my writing. Rarely though do I write factual accounts…perhaps I should.
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I recently learnt of a blog friend (comments only) who had ‘disappeared’ -this from another blog friend – we converse via emails.
I was not ‘strapped’ to this lovely lady, but wish I had been, for I feel guilty for not knowing she had long since flew to a higher plane.
Anna
Dear Mags
I am also sorry to hear about someone “missing.” I think it is the worst. Something happened, you don’t know what. And that person is no longer here. There was a woman missing in our little community, all very strange…and they haven’t found her. It’s been about a year. Only recently they found her car…but she is till missing.
xoxoxoxohugs
Annell Livingston 1431 Mesa Vista El Prado, New Mexico 87529 575-751-0680
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