Missing you....Blank Verse sonnet
And still the words are fleeing from my hands.
Infrequently they surface, like swimmers
coming up for air, but all too quickly
they retreat to depths unseen, reluctant
like unwilling children, to answer calls.
I miss those words, as constant companions
of most waking hours and often my dreams.
Yet words already written, not my own,
evade me in a similar way, play tricks
with concentration, offer dead-end streets.
I miss you, words, I miss your company
and comfort on those days that I feel low;
without you it is hard to clear my head-
problems and misgivings imprison me.
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