Long time, no chat. No see, no touch, no kiss, no nothing, and nothing but feel.
At least he still had that, he thought just now, though in the pitch of darkness
He’d rather the feelings were not exempt from the sullen landscape of negation.
(Almost scribbled “barren” there, but who ever knows what goes on underfoot.)
With skin, barely healed, itching, eczema hidden, he sits in restlessness of wait.
The path to his mailbox is overgrown. Overhead a sky, unpainted, a canvas
for sooty brushstrokes, for striations yet uncarved. Imaginations darkly seen.
He grips his fountain pen, handmade paper stretched, in possibilities, unsoiled.
The sky starts darkening, as he sits in his fugue; dusk birds twittering.
A log on the fire creaks, drops and sighs, warning: I’ll be dead soon.
A moth brushes his face, a crepuscular wake-up call. His limbs are stiff.
The evening is here, an aged retainer, standing, waiting for his order.
Patching connections stretched thin by time, frayed and forgotten,
His thoughts, nebulous, drift in and out, peering into crevices long vacated.
The words spoken only in imagined conversations, never daring to see daylight
whispers of divergent paths on the other side of his ardent embrace.
Where we stand, so we fall, so it seems,
And yet, and yet, he reaches for that moment,
And now, through pitted rocks, dense undergrowth,
Climbs the road to happiness, and her.
Progress made with the wry realization that his turbulent and fanciful conceits
Have been simply ways to soften his guilt, regret and disappointment,
Avoiding the responsibility he should bear for their demise.
The rich imaginings servicing his innate neediness for absolution and pity.
Only in the dark does he get to see the smile, in the silence hear the laughter ring
A place set beside him at the table for despair as the nib scratches the paper,
And his skin; he draws the most recent of uncountable breaths.
He addresses the picture frame facing the wall. Long time, no chat.
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We have not done a collaborative poem in a long time. But now we are back. @pbermabloom, @brudberg, @sleepingdingo, @myvogonpoetry, @stair71, @vivchook and @troublegummer