Adele Fontaine Poem

 

I write to reveal

 

The unseen

 

In my world

 

To hold on to

 

The flashing 

 

Images of you 

 

I yearn to draw a map

 

Of all the places 

 

And things 

 

We did

 

Is it you 

 

I still hear

 

Or just my memory, 

 

churning up thoughts

 

I have been

 

Unravelling our life

 

Thinking about

 

The what and where

 

Gently focussing

 

On endings

 

And Slowly rolling

 

them up

 

Into a ball

 

That I must use now

 

Before the fibres

 

Become thinner

 

And I become frailer

 

 

poem by Adele Fontaine from My Sundays with Normand ©2018