Well, here goes ...

Forgiveness

Loneliness grips as I am on my way,
And dare to search for you again.
Fog drowns all vision, but I hear you say
‘I’m here.’ The words hanging in refrain.

Drawing me along our avenue
Your arms encircle me as I am filled
With blame and remorse for you …
And dread for the love I fear I’ve killed.

We each hold on. And together we cry,
As we reach the corner and find our place
Our sanctuary, where we sit by
the flames and I watch your face

As your eyes search mine with care
you tell me, ‘stay,’ and stroke my hair.

Karen Philpott

This was going to be called Writtings & Pomes......

........ but, I thought that might be a bit silly.

However, I chose pushing pencil, because that's what I'm going to be doing.

At last.

I need to get Writing, thus, pushing the pencil. Or, the keys to be precise.

End of first literary witterings on this extension to my blog.