THE OLD NOTE

nephilim56

Was it my hand
Which wrote that note
Found now
Within
Times opening
Cloak.

So many years
Have gone by
Smiles 
Laughter
Tears
Cried.

The paper
Upon which
Those lines
Serve remembrance
Words
Define.

A bitter time
Melted away
Betrayal bare
You a ghost
No longer
There.

 

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2025 05:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    I feel sadness and loss in this poem that has a haunting quality. It reads like a voice out of the fog. Very nice

    • nephilim56

      Thanking you

    • arqios

      Beautiful! I loved finding old notes and written stuff in various nooks of the old ancestral home, when it was still around… almost as fun as taking a ride on a true to life time machine 🙏🏻🕊

      • nephilim56

        many thanks

        • arqios

          You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊

        • Poetic Licence

          The note brought back sad memories of loss, nicely expressed in this well written piece

        • Tony36

          Love it

          • nephilim56

            you are very kind, thanks

            • Tony36

              You're welcome



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