Static

We held hands,

fingers laced,

walking in perfect time

down the sidewalk.

Then I tripped and

lost my firm hold;

the rhythmic steps were gone

yet you didn’t notice then.

Our clasp loosened

and I stumbled,

letting go as I fell on

the curb. You saw and reached.

Only I didn’t reach

back to you.

I got up and staggered

right out into traffic.

Rough Drafts

I am very shy about sharing my writing. However, if I aspire to authorship, I must accept stepping into the unknown and sharing my work. This blog is the platform in which I intend to do this. I’m very excited to have a testing center for my fiction and poetry. Thank goodness for modern technology! Smoothing out rough drafts will be much easier if I can get feedback.