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The Drying Of The Ink

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The Drying Of The Ink

No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew the man 
are like people viewing a body at a wake.
he calls from within the shell for for release.

Yet his lips will not move his voice never sounds.
Inside he burns for the chance to run as the river
chases the sea.

To be the man they never knew and the one he 
could admire and both despise.

The page sits in typewriter like a willing 
eager lover in bed. 
Waitting in stockings that cling to delicate thigh.
the tears escapes it's minds prison.

He thirsts for it like a drunk for that morning drink
of whiskey waitting hands held togather trying
to keep from shaking.

He sits as a painter without hand.
watching the most beautiful sunset fade without 
a chance of ever capturing this moment.

The ink is drying he feels it everyday.
Soon he hopes like the dust that does gather
he will be swept away.

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  1. Date: 12/30/2009 9:50:00 AM
    Your title is just perfect for this wonderful write :0 I sure am thankful that you stumbled upon my poem, for I wouldn't have discovered yours--you sure use such wonderful words and imagery in your poems :) thanks for sharing--your last stanza is my favorite as well...

  1. Date: 11/30/2009 4:20:00 AM
    OMG !!!!! this is unbelievable .... i'm out of speach , every single line is breathtaking , very inspiring . "He sits as a painter without hand. watching the most beautiful sunset fade without a chance of ever capturing this moment."hat was my fav. part :) really miss talking to you dear friend but it's college u know :( but sure we're gonna talk soon :) tc & good luck ... t

  1. Date: 11/24/2009 4:19:00 AM
    Wonderful poetry you present to us today John. I hope your week finds you with an overflow of inspiration which you may use to inspire others. Love and blessings to you, Carol

  1. Date: 11/23/2009 3:55:00 PM
    too many verses i love,,this gem is going to my favs..heartfelt and sad emotions..a painter without a hand,ink drying,like dust swept away.. deep peom John indeed--Charma

  1. Date: 11/23/2009 9:33:00 AM
    Sadly, there are many people who are experiencing a self-imposed isolation and hoping to "be swept away." Your poem is written very tenderly, evoking compassion for people who feel this way and hope that his life will find happiness and meaning again. Outstanding write, John! Much love, carolyn

  1. Date: 11/23/2009 6:36:00 AM
    Great job, John! This is very sad and insightful. So many people from Alzheimer's patients to stroke victims to MS to accident victims have experience what you write here! Thanks for sharing with us and reminding us that it could happen to any of us. ....Soup Mail! Peace and love, Audrey