The Mick Morris Musing

Exploring Resilience via Lifes Burning Issues

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I grasp…

 
 I grasp


I grasp,
Seeking the hand hold,
That can never be.
I grasp 
For the memory
Of your touch
I grasp 
For the warmth
Of the fire in your eyes
I grasp
For you…

I grasp… 
Despite knowing,
true freedom lies in
letting go…
And going with
Your memory
Secure in my heart.

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Digital
Black noise making box?
Silver knob to finely tune
Clarity of voice.

It’s a constant companion on my office desktop… news, interviews, music… my digital radio. So a worthy subject for a Haiku.

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