I reach up through skin and muscle touching bone
where I feel the thoughts within this room of living stone
Broken fragments of truth, torn from value's cloth
faded fairytales of youth eaten by moth
Here rusted relics, reminders of the past
can not be trusted but are blinders o'er eyes cast
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good write, much enjoyed
Thank you very much Norman
A lovely write. Your poem revolves around physical and emotional connections to the past. The imagery you painted of touching flesh and bone symbolizes a deep introspection and a search for meaning within one’s personal history. This poem to me reflects on the fragility of memories and truths, suggesting that what we hold dear may not be as trustworthy as we believe.
Thank you my friend for the read and interpretation. Indeed you are so right in your assumptions and how memories degrade from the reality they once were.
A visceral reach inward, stripping flesh back to bone just to question what’s real and what’s been dressed up as truth.
There’s a worn, haunted edge here—memory as rusted armor, protecting and deceiving in the same breath.
Thanks so much Thomas for the read and interpretation that is most deeply valued and appreciated. Yes you are dead on with this one and that means a lot.
Good write SB. And - so you know that rusted relic KP?! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi for the read and comment. Yes inspiration has to come from somewhere.
Through strong, cohesive imagery, the poem explores an inward search for truth, suggesting that memory and the past are fragmented, decayed, and more likely to obscure reality than reveal it.
I could not have put it better myself. Thank you so much for the read and comment my friend they are most appreciated.
The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for your kind words. It was truly a pleasure to read your poem.
The truth is made up of a bodyguard of lies.
Sometimes we never question the past, maybe because in our own mind we know the truth, but now it's just immaterial to the present time.
Well said Paul Thank you so much for the read and understanding words of comment it is deeply appreciated
Great poem Sorenbarret. Very well written 👏
- Syd 🍄
Thank you so much for the read Syd and you kind words of encouragement they are deeply valued
My friend, "broken fragments of truth, torn from value's cloth" is the image that stayed with me. It carries such a sense of loss without ever becoming heavy-handed. Beautifully done, Soren. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much my friend for the review and kind words of support and encouragement they mean a lot.
You are most welcome, Soren. Hope all is well, my friend.
A good Write. The Past and the Present. Two different Animals.
Thank you Kevin for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated
Spells out the ravages age wreaks on the body. "Broken fragments of truth" : thus, even truth can be broken and served in parts... "living stone..." : while everything goes well, we don't notice the stone. When everyone is gone, we feel the coldness and silence of the stone...
Thank you Soman for your review and interpretation it is most appreciated
The difference between reality and what was imagined as truth is well Brought out 👌✌️
Thank you so much for the review Nafisa it is most appreciated
its been my pleasure to read and enjoy...
As we grow up, everything seems to scare slowly as the past is behind yet never left. Well done.
Thank you so much Samprikta for your read and comment it is most important to me
Your words carve through flesh and thought with striking precision. The imagery of “living stone” and “rusted relics” feels like truth unearthed from decay — a meditation on memory and the weight of what endures. Beautifully unsettling. 🖤
Thanks so much Eliora for the read and comment it is most important to me.
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