Sometimes
As if a dream
My mind returns
To Autumns scene
Hazel eyes
Long black hair
A gentle kiss
A loving stare.
Coconut skin
Smooth as silk
A night of music
Too much to drink
Hours melt
Light turned low
In minds return
To memorys show.
The lifted veil
Peels back time
To turn a page
Of drifting rhyme
A hazy vision
Retreating warmth
That stamped its mark
Through a storm.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
A fine write N.
Sometimes a bus comes - no?! lol.
sometimes it promises to lol never does lol
This poem drifts through reveries and dreams. Memories of a drunken past cast in fondness. Well written Norman
much appreciated read, thanks my friend
You are most welcome Norman
BEAUTIFULL AWESOME USE OF VERBS
thanks for reading always much appreciated
My friend, what a beautifully nostalgic piece. There are memories that time simply cannot erase…they may retreat for years, but when they return, they bring an entire moment of our lives back with them. Really loved this, Norman. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
so very kind, thanks my friend always appreciated
Those autumn days are magnificen Norman, as are your words.
Andy
most kind, thanking you always appreciated friend
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