Tuesday, 22 October 2019

Handwriting



Softly gently yours faithfully looping
Way across pages your own handwriting
That has all my attention, its meaning
Everything, now the moment is gone, missing
Into our shared past. Wronging and righting
Your voice unique joking, glad, inviting
Clicktop intensives scribbledepopping
Voom vocabulary, your telltale signing.
Your speaking voice fared over hills singing
Special as may be, now to me ghosting.
I cannot hear at will you speaking
But your writing I know at first sighting
Sibilants, inclines, boxed-ins, re-inkling
Yours only, telling me everything, everything…


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