Voices call out
From dreams in the night
Figures out of reach
Faces out of sight
Mist from a memory
Beyond the shadows fall
Things I can remember?
But somehow can’t recall
They slip through my fingers
Just Like the summer rain
And although you’re not with me
Still you remain
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2017 07:55
- Comment from author about the poem: somewhere in a dream
- Category: Surrealist
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MEMORIES WILLY ~ are indeed made of such reminiscences as this ~ BRIAN
thank you Brain, in a sense we are our memories, at least they help to shape our opinions?
Great emotion filled write.
Thank You Mate! I appreciate that!
Awesome!
Thank you for reading Laurie I appreciate it!
A fine write.
Thank you Orchidee for reading and the comment! peace ww
I just adore your writing Willy! Reading your poems, always tend to strike a fire in a different part of my heart! Much love, Izzy
Thank you my sweet girl, enjoy your day and smile big! ww
Enjoy your day too, love!<3
Heart touching read.
Thank you vvnrose! I appreciate it!
Nicely written. Well done
Thank You Garry!
willyweed, your talent is through the roof. I love this poem dude. "Mist from a memory, beyond the shadows fall" captured my imagination about who I think you are. that is an achievement within any standard of art form. to be noticed of your own work is I think what we may all aim for. you did it well my friend.
Thank You so much Kevin that is a nice thing to say , and like lovelydarkanddeep said here I do try to strike a fire in the heart of the reader and I do wish to be a true poet, but the real master is the poetry I am just a vessel. and I am happy to reach into your imagination for that is key to poetry. Again that you my friend! peace ww
A great poem. I love the last couplet. You are very talented sir Willyweed! Loved it!--Christina
as are you my deep purple haze I hope you are well today and in good spirit? ww
Yes sir! I just wrote a poem about my mood in my poem i posted. It's not that great but I'm happy it's spring!!
Brilliant !!!!
Love this....
Thank You Mr. Rose I appreciate it!
Another cracker Willy (do you use the word cracker to denote a good un in the States?)
no sir that word is reserved for a white person? as denoted by a black person, but I take it from the source so Thank You Michael! or a crisp chip to put cheese on ? lol ww
Then I'll keep it for my cheese.
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Well written and expressed Great write
Thank You Tony I appreciate you reading and commenting! peace ww
You are welcome
This beautiful. ..would have loved to have read more
Thank You Jooles I appreciate it, funny thing this was longer I shorted it? I guess you can't please every one? peace ww
Lol it is beautiful as it is...I just very much enjoyed it 😊
This one's a gem. I've read it twice. "Things I can remember? But somehow can't recall." is a great couple of lines. Seems like I've been there, not because of age, but experience. When remembrances pop into your head for no reason whatever. Loved all the couplets, the whole entity of the poem, and of course the message, Love clings with the hands of time. - Phil A.
yes Phil I agree the mind is a beautiful but sometimes mysterious thing to behold, I almost didn't post this one? sometimes I fear the reader may not get it....understand me? Glad I did now! ww
Really like the atmosphere you create in this poem WW. Very haunting, a real mood piece that speaks to us all. Very well written.
Thank you for the kind words Bryso, I appreciate it
This is so you WW. 🙂
yeah I find it hard trying to be some one else ty WBL
Extremely passionate and hypnotically abyssal my friend
why thank you for the read and comment it means a lot to me, it is that for sure. write on ww
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