“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
A sharing, a cry of loneliness,
A feeling—not an understanding.
A wail, a sob, a whine,
A silence, humming along the wires,
Disguised by the noise.
A grimace in a mirror,
A mask, a character maintained,
Not quite false: manufactured, designed.
Solitary, but not quite alone.
© Hemmingplay 2014
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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