thought exercise

in the wake of idle moments 

i press you to me   


as when we stood as one

for a brief eternity that distant day


i write this cognizant 

that you have no patience 


for thought exercises 

in lieu of coursing blood


and shortness of breath

while i make due with remnants


and imagination 

it is what kept the great aesthetes


from madness 

to the extent that it did


suffice to say

i am mad for you










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Written on 2020-12-25 at 05:57

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Glad to see you back with us. Well done Jim. I missed you my dear friend and Merry Christmas

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Merry Christmas, my friend. You write powerfully of a familiar experience.