I have talked to the dead
Carried by spirits of the past,
they have wrapped me in a blanket,
with the warmth of understanding,
to see beyond my own eyes that blind me
I have entered the world of the departed
mourning memories of my old love, now slain
and have returned to where I had started
longing for Eurydice, to raise again
But if I could rewrite this childhood story
I would not trade memories for a happy ending
I would live in past moments of glory
before her heart and mind left me
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2023 21:39
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Comments4
Those past moments of glory will always be with you Soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold for the review and comment. Yes as long as memory lasts.
You know Eurydice? Did you meet her?! lol.
Orchidee you know that Orpheus would have been jealous and besides Hades and Persephone are not the most hospitable hosts. Thanks for the review
Hey Soren - I've heard of folks in some special parts of South America who imbibe something....much vomiting...but very vivid hallucinatory effects....I could be well off beam, but wasn't you was it?
Creeped me out just a smidgin, I would have to say, but otherwise a good read.
No Dave down in the south of Brazil only rum, whiskey and beer but they too induce vomiting and maybe hallucinatory effects at times. Thanks for the comment.
'But if I could rewrite this childhood story
I would not trade memories for a happy ending
I would live in past moments of glory
before her heart and mind left me'
such a heart wrenching wording of loss
and resolute defiance, to remember it all
till that last hoorah of surrender
(simply brilliant, dear cherished Poet)
Thank you L.B. yes memories are sweeter than reality (whatever that is). You comment is deeply valued dear friend.
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