Poem: ‘On Writing, On Moments’


the more I write
the more is lost

in these white spaces

a shift from this sky
to my pen
and energy is funnelled here
stolen from the moment

recorded images capture holograms
of the real thing
and the only way to hold
onto something is
to never reach

anything can be touched
without being felt
besides perhaps
that delicate skip
from heart

to ink

~ c.p.grisold