One More Drop.
How many pages left to turn,
how many await the reading.
Time runs low as the ink in the
pen runs dry.
Soon the well too shall fail,
perhaps a last drop…waiting in a
forgotten bottle, that once fell
to the detritus of years, may
yet glisten once more
upon the nib.
© sweetwater 2023
I don’t suppose you mean it this way but this poem seems to summarise the slow demise of UKA. I admire the way you keep plugging away with so little response. Your tenacity is impressive.
Myself I have not been writing much this year partly because things haven’t been going to good and then I lost someone who was very close to me. Still struggling to get through it, but I will try to make an effort and post something on here to support UKA and hopefully encourage others to check in from time to time,
Power to you! xxxx
Oh gosh, no I certainly didn’t mean it that way, I’m so sorry to hear about your struggles, and I can completely empathise. Since I lost my dog ( it’s sounds minor but my whole world fell apart for four years) and I will admit I truly didn’t want to be here. ( if you get my meaning) I couldn’t write a word for a very long time, and doubted if I’d ever want to or could write again. It’s still very difficult but maybe I can write a few more here and there. So it was really about my… Read more »