The Keyboard

I’m no poet, I’ve said that many times before, but I do love writing poems with Hasty. I am always honoured and proud that among all thousands of followers and dozens of dueters she still finds time to write with me. Thank you my dear friend.

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I can hear your voice

In each word typed

I can see your face

In each space laid

You hold my breath

Inside phrases

Linger on speech

Stroking keys

—

The rhythmic taps

Of your fingers

Are like footsteps

As you guide me deeper

Along the shadowy path

That leads to the place

Where you hide

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A shadow begins to form

Remaining just out of reach

With each line typed

Outlines begin to shape

With every paragraph

I am pulled deeper within

And moment by moment

A new world beckons me

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A world constructed

And populated by

The words you raise

A place of safety

Where the words warm me

The paragraphs protect me

Every sentence built on truth

That I know I can trust