In the Face of Love

If only we trusted.

In the Face of Love

I spend the winter of my days

hunched over my keyboard

trying to find the right words.

I have never, after decades,

learned to touch type.

And so I must look,

I must concentrate on each stroke,

consider where each finger will land.

If only life could have been simpler,

more certain, more predictable,

then I may have been bolder,

may have taken my chances,

used my instinct more.

Then my fears may not have

constrained my faith

and I may have let life

just unfold.

 

26/10/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[The Black Warrior]

This is a beautiful poem. Lovely, elegant and sweet. Sometimes we allow fear to over take us... we allow fear to stop us from taking a leap of faith when we stand in front of love.

This is a beautiful, well written poem

Thank you for sharing

~Suk

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Suk for your kind review.

[The Black Warrior]

You are very welcome...thank you for sharing! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i do type without looking at the keys...and your poem made me think....if only i could still live life without looking at the keys, having to be so careful...

but alas...those days are gone...tap tap tap.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Jacob. Wish I could touch type and like you touch life with the same certainty. Many thanks.