Open Poetry #19 |
Nostalgia |
ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Into school past, records come what may friendships sifted, some had stayed; high school buddies still on this earth used to frequent classes, plenty of mirth. Minds hold memories of strolls to school as kids, fights with friends put some friendships on skids, some grew cool, distanced themselves with the arrival of spring others formed cliques and dispelled what other pupils could bring. One joined the army and got killed in distant battle guess kin put reminders of him on their fireside mantle, at passover time, we recall our exodus from desert slavery some high school friends then showed early signs of bravery. Diaspora, dispersed again in a world in search of vocations, they chose to apply what knowledge they drew from 'higher' education, professions they all took, if they could survive sadly some missed the boat, they erred and died. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (03-31-2002 08:33 PM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
This time I feel the rhythm of life...growing up, and growing apart. The changes we all face as the world turns, and life gives us that push to destiny's door. The happy and the sad of change. And the word we learn...goodbye. Well written. ThisDiamond |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
at passover time, we recall our exodus from desert slavery some high school friends then showed early signs of bravery. We never can tell what will happen in the future...especially when we are in high school.... A beautifully expressed piece, Martin. Happy Passover~ copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
This Diamond, much happens on the way...the grand staircase of life Lyra, that's right you never know. |
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