1917 Poem by EC David

I am reminded by his words and I am haunted by her love
I am in debt to my own free will
For him it was 1917 but for me its when Zelda became Daisy.
His words determined to be a true tragedy and yet he keeps writing
Trying to capture her wild beauty
What is wild is free and what is free cannot be captured by more than a photograph
A photograph is only a moment with so many words
Words we cannot say
And yet he keeps on writing
Never for her only about her
It's always been about her