Reinvention.
Rose coloured spectacles have to be grown
to capture passing of time.
Looking backward un-earths spectred races
where ghosts evoke poetic insight.
Lines may be composed on manifold strings
when special prisms are worn.
Fate waits for a scribe who, shades in place
reinvents life of ages before.
Covered with bloom of imagined events
the past can glow like a rose.
Poets might scent the never remembered
to invoke events nobody knows.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A fun-write - not to offend but to raise a smile.
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Comments8
We remember only what we want to remember in terms that may reinvent the past - so elegantly put Fay.
In fact I've just returned to this one - I think I'll pop it in my favourites.
Yes Fay, I agree. I think many of us have a pair of those glasses. Great poetry.
Love the last two lines especially.
Well done.
Good write, the last two letters nes are so true.
A fine write!
Great write
Excellent write! This speaks tome.
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