Feb 2022
Thinking toward a conceptual story.
Drifting in firelight
And lost to the heat
As shadow fights battles to rule
Breathing in alcohol
At one with his selves
Fixed in a world within rooms
Made by years
Of life at a distance
Thoughts now drift like his smoke
Hand to his side
He touches the cover
That holds stories and memories both
In the silence waiting, time is near
Pause in dark corners
With quiet observation, with every fear
The very night falters
One room amongst many
With one open window
That views inside to the real
The couple can watch
A couple can wonder
What tonight might deliver here?
So here it is
The moment to leave here
The end of the two for this one
His hand reaches in
And touches his ending
Swift to depart, glad to be gone
In the quiet waiting, the time is now
Speak from dark corners
With quiet conversation, with every word
Words linger, time rewinds
@chrishinch86 Feb 2022
Read these through a fair few times now and enjoy it more and more every time! It’s deep, great work!!
@timfatchen Feb 2022
Multiple levels, real and metaphorical. This comes across very much as an end-of-life end-of-story mood-setter. Though that might be because I've had to tell the Grim Reaper to shut up, sit quietly and wait patiently...