Dear David Shields (1) has done the darn'dest thing
and made me look at words and how they are
at random but we know nothing
About a word search.
And I never search a word.
I search words.
I search sentences.
I search phrases and authors and names and
for meaning and a context.
Try "feeling" "feeling return" try
"waiting for the feeling to return."
I leaned into the wall, cradling my arm, waiting for the feeling to return, wondering if I could find my gun in the dark, wondering if I had time. ... (2)
And then it was all over and I was back home in Las Vegas, waiting for the feeling to return to my fingers. That's when I had an opportunity to reflect (3)
Exhausted, he rested a moment leaning against Prince waiting for the feeling to return to his legs. Everything was happening so fast. (4)
The feeling returns eventually.
I know the feeling returns because
I feel it.
I'm still waiting for the feeling to return and the rest of the toenail to fall off. I think she did it on purpose, too. (5) (but this one is about a goat, I think -- this is not a horror film)
our love had grown stronger into the distance of the wide sky sent up thankful for the day waiting for the feeling to return (6) (people love. They don't seem to be able to stop themselves.)
Squall said nothing, but exhaled, watching his breath dissolve into the air, and waiting for the feeling to return to his limbs. (7) (Squall a character. A final fantasy.)
Is there such a thing as the sense of words
and I search.
I do a word search but I do not
I wonder when the feeling will return.
(Google searching made this poem. Credits are the following:
(1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7))