Solotramp's Podcast
Poetry Propaganda -- How audacious! by Eleanor A Binnings
I Wait

It's be awhile & I listened to this one today, so I thought I would move it toward the front for a little while.

Time for a new photograph.

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two years ago today is when I flew to Phoenix to meet the surgeon for the brain bypass.  These two years have truly been an incredible experience.  I am alive.  Thank you, everyone!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ==================================================== My first for 2008 . . . a poem I had sought . . . and here it is.  Cycles of life . . . I Wait We're slipping along the paths that lead away from each other-- no longer lovers and barely friends. The echo of your words of love throb in empty canyons ever more distant while day to day jargon swallows memories of when we once touched.  Even now a bond reaches from me to you, each day unraveling and growing more tenuous.  We don't talk except in empty phrases that neither move the earth nor us. I neither leave nor stay . . .  I wait. (c)2008 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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