Where houses used to be

[michaelboy]

What I may learn is bigger than me or you and wraps itself around the pounding in my chest.
I cannot re-write history or even a now -- so it is best to listen with the great fortune I've found until my heart stops coursing.
It's just our lives that are short and testified to, by flowers that grow in places where houses used to be.

Comments

[keplers_angels]

What do you hear?

[michaelboy]

Patience, frustration, empathy, loneliness, despair, love, wistfullness, longing, rejection, disappointment, friendship, understanding, among many others

[wayfaringwordhack]

Your writing so often fills me with ineffable feelings that I fear I might appear trite should I actually try to explain it. So just one word will have to do right now: Visceral.

[michaelboy]

You trite? Never, to my eyes. Artistic, creative, expressive perhaps more aptly put...just like wild daisies unabashedly florish in the most difficult soils.