"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Monday, October 12, 2015

Long Ago




All the miles 
All the time 
From then to now 
Since she wanted him 
And he wanted her
Now an arms reach apart
Strangers in a room of strangers
Evaporated feelings
Once a deluge of emotion
What steals the magic
The voice to speak
Of the breadth of imagination 
She still inhabits
Inside his heart
A muse to words
Poetry of long ago on ragged pages of time




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