Marking time in present tense
old memories left to rust
The past a distant reverie
its truth beyond my trust
Looking straight into the sun
my eyes reopen wide
A last reflection staring back
—remembrance so divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2018 21:09
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments3
Kurt,
A beautiful reflection! It sounds like a prayer recited before going to sleep!
~Laura~
It came to me in the middle of the night—so yes!
Thanks Laura
Wonderful write, those memories can be so beguiling.
Thanks so much!
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