To awaken the sorrow
First breath of tomorrow
Carved in the dust
Loneliness to touch
Long since dried tears
On a highway lost
Tied up with my fears
Left counting the cost.
The soft touch of a petal
The breeze on my face
Grass bewtween toes
Emptiness laced
A faint dying whisper
Your voice to the air
Behind me a footfall
When turned no one there.
In a daydream or murmur
Fresh on my lips
The collar you turned
The cheek that you kissed
The figure in distance
Unable to recognise
Blurred by the haze
Of a memory to find.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. You got 3 brain cells like me? Difficult to remember things? lol.
I remembered to remember what I previously forgot to remember lol
That's a lot of remembering! There's a lot of it going on. lol.
Thats why I forget, too much remembering lol
Yes, makes sense to me too! lol.
its a headache lol
Memories and fading ones in this poem whether due to distance, disease, or desire a sad loss.
appreciated thanking you
You are most welcome
Your poem explores loss, memory, and the haunting presence of the past, framed through vivid sensory imagery and emotional introspection. It feels like the speaker is walking through the aftermath of something deeply personal — perhaps a relationship that ended or the death of someone close — and is caught between the realities of the present and the echoes of what once was. Well Done Norman
most kind, always appreciated. thanking you
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