Fay Slimm.

Stolen

 Stolen.

 

He liked taking time out of life,

getting things into perspective, assessing

his progress, inhaling scent-riddled

wisdom of heathered heath and breathing

the treat of empty quiet.

 

A rest is no penance when reaching the high

of unfenced moor-land he thought

so climbing to tops he often got lost 

in ribbons of sunset or dawn to applaud,

sans sound, the voices of wilderness.

 

He adored stolen moments did my precious

brother before the thief  

called Terminal took his last breath.

 

 

Comments5

  • orchidee

    A poignant write Fay. He surely had ups and downs physically (bodily, and what he saw physically) and emotionally (soul and spirit).

  • Neville


    Uncompromisingly beautiful dear Fay and deeply moving... almost every word was felt and oh’ so very truly .... x

    • Fay Slimm.

      Grateful thanks Nev for the visit and comment on Stolen - - - knew you would feel the emotion behind the words and lines..............x

    • Michael Edwards

      A super write - heart-felt.

    • Goldfinch60

      Such an emotive write Fay, those 'stolen moments' are so precious to all of us.

      Andy

    • jarcher54

      Taking time out of life... stolen moments... bitter-sweet and poignant. I am jealous of those who can get lost like that!



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