Fascination with what?

Life? Nature? Mountain hiking? Poetry? Bands with catchy weird names? Yellow? Quirky movies? Memories? Gipsy music? Yoga? Oxymorons? Many of our fascinations are ephemeral, while some are ever-lasting. One thing that for sure won’t change is my fascination with words. That’s why I’m writing this blog.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Poetry: Dear Uncle

Tonight

music on the radio

triggers memories of you

your last days

the night we went walking

you holding my hand

I was balancing

but you were the one

on the verge between life and death

someone was pushing you

you had poison in your blood

and I knew

so I told you

before there was no hand to hold

and no birthday parties to look forward to

everything that you meant

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