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A sip of wine, moment of time in which
to craft a line, some verse, words full worthy
of being read: consumed by strangers’ eyes.
A small intimacy this, a new trust
and confidence of hopes, desires all too
ephemeral. Mind weary, lids heavy –
to sleep perchance to dream – but how far those
dreams are from tangible reality.
This craft can be a task too weighty when
looked at with a bird’s eye view, or the owl’s
sagacious vision. Pen hovers, trembles
in an enfeebled hand, drops to paper,
and the creative adventurer sighs:
glass to lips, numbness dulls senses; failure.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]