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.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
I feel sadness and loss in this poem that has a haunting quality. It reads like a voice out of the fog. Very nice
Thanking you
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 🙏🏻🕊
many thanks
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊
The note brought back sad memories of loss, nicely expressed in this well written piece
thanking you
You are very welcome
Love it
you are very kind, thanks
You're welcome
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