It was the drip that started it all. It’s an amazing word, don’t you think, both a word and a sound. Drip, drip, drip…it was intoxicating. The sound of it on the pavement drew me in, as I watched the sound come to life with every single drop. It wasn’t like the rain that fell, … Continue reading Forgotten Post #16: “The Drip”-short story
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Forgotten Post #15: Own
I have the words, I laid them down somewhere, I think, I think, I heard the tune in the air, so before I turn and lay to waste, bring the melody to your lips and wait, for an absolution, to a history that is yours to bare towards a future not quite ready to go … Continue reading Forgotten Post #15: Own
Forgotten Post #14: Drew
It was the tap, tap, tap twisting words into a message that belted out the sound tap, tap, tap I first heard it when I was young it was a scratch then, a thump against a cage made of bone and wisdom. Sing for me, they said as I stood trembling before them. Instead I … Continue reading Forgotten Post #14: Drew
Forgotten Post #13: Music on the Keys
Teach me the music on keys music filling my eyes on the beat Can you live? Live without you? Stay in moments, until the fever consumes the way we need and the light fades in the eve. Not sure, really, how we move on the step, or was it the beat? I just know sometimes … Continue reading Forgotten Post #13: Music on the Keys
Faith Taryn Davies 