Open Poetry #40 |
Shades of Memory |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Sometimes we remember things, Little things, Things that escaped our eyes But sat still in our pockets. A laugh, A smell, Maybe even a song. Memories that withered storms, Fought heartbreak, Endured tragedy, Just so they could Have the privelage Of walking with our Shadows presence. We remember What we dream, But what if our dreams Are merely a window Into a territory That is secluded by only Those that can design Their own good fortune. Are we to believe that This is all that dreams And memories are about? Memories don’t subside They merely ride along with us Until our dreams become present With our shadows presence. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Tomer~ 'Sometimes we remember things, Little things, Things that escaped our eyes But sat still in our pockets.' Oh yes ... those memories come from the darndest of places ... taking the time, making the time to recall them is something I am playing catch-up on today~ Lovely penning~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
"We remember What we dream, But what if our dreams Are merely a window Into a territory That is secluded by only Those that can design Their own good fortune." it is a very sad way to talk about a dream. a very beautiful poem and it makes me think more. enjoyed. |
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