.
.
In the sky she dances
lighter than air
not a dream
or a vision
something more rare
.
She’s a piece of my soul
from long, long ago
before memory
confused me —
a place I must go.
.
Image: http://ow.ly/GI5v2
.
.
In the sky she dances
lighter than air
not a dream
or a vision
something more rare
.
She’s a piece of my soul
from long, long ago
before memory
confused me —
a place I must go.
.
Image: http://ow.ly/GI5v2
I’m particularly struck by, “before memory confused me”–I dare say memory is the bane of my soul.
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I try to life my life in the moment, but I get distracted down memory lane. Even the good memories remind me of what I don’t have now.
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
#poetry for Sunday Afternoon
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It is lovely Dennis as is your other work – I am spending a very pleasant afternoon on research – will be putting the interview together tomorrow… enjoy the rest of Sunday. best wishes Sally
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This is wonderful, Dennis.
Also, something happened in my reader and quite a few of the people I’d been following disappeared. I’m glad I’ve got you back :)
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That was the idea. With the universe I’ve developed from my novels, I wanted to share small snippets from it before they’re published. :)
I’m so glad to have you here!
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Wonderful thoughts with an Image close to my heart..
Happy New Year to you Dennis..
Blessings Sue
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