Ode to the unfinished works

Andrew Charles Forrest

Erase the words and start again

How many sentiments are lost

Like dust removed by mornings rain

Enveloped by winters frost

Will the moment ever return

Or is it fleeting so our lives

Replaced by newer pains that burn

Different truths or different lies

  • Author: Andrew Charles Forrest (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2018 12:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: To the unread scribblings and the painted over thoughts that never come back to us. Lost in the moment the thing we should have said but we didn't I love ou? I miss yiu? I'm sorry you know the sort of thing...
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  • Neville

    I am all too familiar with the predicament you more than adequately describe..... nicely poemed my friend... N

    • Andrew Charles Forrest

      I've started so much work / poems that were thrown away or lost over time
      There must be millions of poets in the world
      That's a lot of angst love hate and fear like paintings the only the one's were vaguely happy with get seen by others
      Every writen words a lie it's someones take on what really happened
      Even the history books are written by wax lyricists
      I steer clear of the academic types who hide behind words
      Rant over
      Thanks Neville

      • Neville

        if it clears the air and ya feel better for it, rant away my friend... no problem...



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