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The Park |
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skymist2 Junior Member
since 2009-04-14
Posts 26Florida |
Today, I saw you walking down the street; the one that curves around, then through the park. I heard the laughter of the children as they ran and played their games, while you stood by the river in our spot. I sat and watched with distant visions in my mind of times we spent together feeding seagulls, as they flapped and hovered in the wind; you were concerned I'd lose a finger to a beak. The gulls were very greedy birds that day. I looked and saw you turn. I stood to wave but caught my breath; he was not you. Of course, he was not you. How quickly lives can change and leave mere memories that rattle in the mind. The echoes of our lovers and our friends who will remain forever in our souls; their epitaphs to note they've passed along this way. I thought I saw you in the park today, but you were only there within the lonely chambers of my mind. [This message has been edited by skymist2 (04-15-2009 09:45 PM).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...brought back memories when me and my ex-wife divorced...she had a White Ford and everytime I saw a white car going by I looked for her...James |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
skymist2 - I felt longing while reading this writing, well done... BC |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
very well written. Seems like you put a lot of heart into this one. Preston |
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skymist2 Junior Member
since 2009-04-14
Posts 26Florida |
Thank you, guys, for your kind words. I look forward to reading your works and getting acquainted with everyone here. Sky |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
How quickly lives can change and leave mere memories that rattle in the mind. The echoes of our lovers and our friends who will remain forever in our souls; their epitaphs to note they've passed along this way. Beautiful and poignant! I love the thought of echoes as epitaphs... Excellent! *S* |
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