I feel misplaced,
Detached,
An evolving conundrum
Of a disjointed life.
My body is here
Whilst my soul lingers
In another place
In a time foretold
Within books of old.
I spin and gravitate,
Perpetually,
To English Moors & Castles,
Michelangelo,
Elizabethan works,
Ancient, glorious art,
And emblazoned,
Lyrical compositions
Of maestros like
Puccini, Liszt, or Chopin.
Sitting alone,
Writing prose
In the dimness
Of the night,
I long for many:
Jane Austen,
The Bard,
Emily Brontë,
Oscar Wilde,
F Scott Fitzgerald,
Or Virginia Woolf
To inhabit my soul,
Conduct my pen,
And perpetuate
Their illustrious tales.
Still, I’ll muddle
As best I can
Through the task,
Strive with every breath
To create my own
Piece of prose,
Whilst praying
My endeavors
Will echo the
Slightest remnant
Of long gone
Literary geniuses
Whom I so love.
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Hi Cc - I'm so glad to have read your reply to our Mrs. Judey this morning. May I take a moment? Congratulations {Mazeltov} re; your recent retirement. I'm so incredibly impressed with your 'original' writing-wit and accomplishments; I can't keep up with all of them. But, as I scroll through your gorgeous presentations *I've subscribed with pleasure. I'm not a 'real' writer as you are; but proud to have someone like you in our 'hood. I'm just a retired legal professional morphed into a simple story teller along with my goofy sketches to lead into them; nothing more. Not into contests or 'on demand' topics to compose. Ok, I'm stalling. Your comment to Judey really struck a chord with me. I've just written/sketched "Such a Deal" with mention of our "uniform of the day" in our professional office; with few restrictions, if any: Now laden with tank tops/slathered with Tats' and huarache sandals; accompanied by their dogs. But, Cindy, I'm so proud that the 'Salvation Army' Brass commented on that Short; they even emailed me with a 'formal' invitation to lunch/and a tour. Amazing how far our pens reach from this vm platform. - With my Respect - Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
The inner turmoil and yearning here was very intense. Fantastic poem!
Indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting. 🩵
You are an old soul💙Anneliese