Concerning Prose

It’s been at least a year or more, since pen I have taken to write…

Concerning Prose

It's been at least a year or more,
Since pen I have taken to write,
Since words that are stored away,
Released again from shadowed night.

It seems so long, I wonder if,
My mind and hand still know the way,
To express trivial wonderments,
That gray cerebral yearns to say.

Happiness has come and gone.
Lo, this self-made silence kept.
Sadness and depression also abound,
Tears of joy and pain secretly wept.

To convey again what is locked within,
To confess strange thoughts to only me,
To form sightless images on a page,
Of writings only I can see.


brg
12/77


Concerning Prose (alternate)

It's been at least a year or more,
Since pen I have taken to write,
Since words that are stored away,
Released again from shadowed night.

It seems so long, I wonder if,
My mind and hand still know the way,
To express trivial wonderments,
That gray cerebral yearns to say.

Happiness has come and gone.
Lo, this self-made silence kept.
Sadness and depression were also around,
Tears of joy and pain secretly wept.

To convey again what has been long locked within,
To confess strange thoughts to only me,
To form sightless images on a page,
Of writings only I can see.


brg
12-13-77