Ah those memories which make us what we are today. Where would any poet be without his/her memories Jerry. Both uplifting and saddening but we have come this far and tomorrow..... who knows what memories we may create tomorrow. Life is still a wonderland of unknown for the old buzzard i have become.
clever! I like your play on form Jerry..
syllables, as incomplete
as those hollow visions
immortalised
within blurry: forgetfulness
by your insightful lines
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Ah those memories which make us what we are today. Where would any poet be without his/her memories Jerry. Both uplifting and saddening but we have come this far and tomorrow..... who knows what memories we may create tomorrow. Life is still a wonderland of unknown for the old buzzard i have become.
Thanks, Dusk. "Buzzard's" is good we are surely old enough.
Good write Jerry.
I'm a cronie, not a buzzard. lol.
Thanks, Orchj.
Yes there are special hollows where treasured memories thrive and thanks Jerry for the succinct reminder.
Thanks, Fay.
this is both far bigger and better than it might first appear .. bravo sir ...
Thanks, Neville.
They are always there
In the vast depths of my mind
Those visions of you.
Those visions never cease.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
clever! I like your play on form Jerry..
syllables, as incomplete
as those hollow visions
immortalised
within blurry: forgetfulness
by your insightful lines
Thanks, L.B. Time works hard to erase them but memories are stubborn.
Considering your extensive vocabulary it must be hard to limit yourself to nine words. Nicely done!
Thanks, B.T. Use less verbs and more nouns.
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