Memories.
I remember that day,
a grainy twilight draining sky's colour,
strange iridescent skin
on the water and wind lifting my hair.
I remember the burst
of birds into flight from silhouette trees,
limestone luminescence
and the damp of rocks cooling my feet.
I remember the peace
as I waited for you and our rendezvous,
nervous, yet love grew
memories never so treasured as then.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2023 07:35
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Dear Fay I can see the story unfold as if I am watching it on the big screen; the perfect setting, the beauty of twilight, the anticipation of the lover and the flight of birds heralding his arrival. This is priceless dear friend, once again you work your magic.
I'm remembering this is a good write Fay.
This poem is a beautifully crafted piece of writing that captures the fleeting nature of memories and the power they can hold.
Limestone luminescence.
Such a descriptive phrase.
Nice
absolutely magnificent and I dont often use the M word Fay .. would I be correct in thinking I have seen this particular image before .. and the poem itself has an incredible familiarity .. the hallmark of a 24 karat masterpiece .. there now, that's two M words most deserved and true .. x
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