every hour, every ticking
tocking clocking hour
every minute, every single
loathsome laborious minute
these same distant stars
refuse to dim their rays
this same frigid moon
fails to shatter as it should
and why do I have to know?
what could it possibly matter?
my skin freezes in the wind
yet my heart stubbornly beats
still counting the hours
still counting the minutes
as another crack appears
in the stolid face of the moon
Salt Lake City 24 Nov 2012
George Ellington 
Wow, somehow you manage to write what I wish to express, and you do it so very well…!! Love this one! 🙂
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You are too kind, T. Sometimes in these pages, words, moments it is still possible for thoughts to converge. I hope your thoughts are tending in a hopeful direction.
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Great piece. I certainly have “been there” and you describe it so well.
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Thank you for this. I know my experiences are far from unique, and it is a comfort I must admit to know that in this journey I am not alone.
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Ouch, George. I have at one time or another cursed the world for stubbornly remaining beautiful despite my pain. It callously goes on being beautiful, regardless of how I feel. Damned planet.
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Spot on, Susan. Somehow you always manage to bring out a smile in me. Thank you.
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