CC, I meant to send this via pm but it wouldn't format properly. Please don't take this as an attack on the content. Its my habit, having received a certificate in editing and publishing, to see how to clarify and condense any redundancies. See if you like this edited version. Does it contain your thoughts sufficiently?
Immersed in Dickens and Hawthorne, I cannot easily shake off
their dusty antiquity.
of a bygone era. However,(its) scant reality (what
"its"?) inhabits, not the present, but my sad hearkening back
to the shadows of long ago the past.
I'm hooked on Dickens and Hawthorne and can't get them out of my head. Not them, not their time. It's not real -- I get it -- this going back in time to yesterday's shadows.
Hot blood pulses anew within fingers
, I thought
stilled forever in a writer's graveyard of unwritten verse, It is a
reluctant awakening to a life much sadder than that endured by storybook
friends who cannot see me, know me.
I'm writing again, fingers to the keyboard, where once I figured I was washed up as a
. Yet, I wonder if my old, dusty friends were better off than I
am? Who knows? There's no way to bridge time.
Permit me to reenter that precious twilight betwixt my
present and the past, the faraway
there of dearly departed poets. If I
search within the dark ened channels of elusive time, may might I
find old friends who have been rendered immortal in ink?
In any event, I need to get back
, back to that time and
place where my favorite writers lived. They reside have lived forever in
the books I read. I want to join them.
Its hard to be edited, I know. That was part of the curriculum of the editing course. I hope I was able to show a concise way to express what was on your mind. Editors are the assassins of our beloved verbiage. lol Love ya bro.