The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Saturday 18th July 2020

It is mid-July, Bright blue sky,

and crisp winter light, Transforming lies..... Director’s cut to darkness...... We have swept past Winter’s Solstice, And the days, Imperceptibly, are stringing time Out..... These curious days, Where the world has dispensed common civilities, -Our mainstays in getting by- Are upon us..... And yet, the sun shines? I feel the loss of the simple handshake, the hug,

The tactile sense of skin-on-skin, A kiss on the cheek, Chemistry and Godliness, Electrical conduits, Trilling touches, Fingertips, Cheeks, The brush of bodies..... The loss of touch, The loss of so much, There is gain, Touch gone, But touching minds, And hearts, Through words..... We lose / we gain, We gain / we lose..... “The readiness is all”, More..... And yet,

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