Only a long walk would've brought me there;
gathering lines and half-forgotten rhymes, along the way.
What had I learned today?:
You've got to be careful with time,
never to slip back too far
into illusions, fully formed
although, remade.
There, upon the path,
I'd stumbled,
in making new memories;
turning left
and abiding to my right,
with History all around me.
`x~William~~~ copyright~ o6/30/o9
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4 comments:
William! Another excellent poem! Great measured rhythms here, and I like what you say!
You have an award waiting for you at my blog!! Enjoy!! :D
Ah, yes. Our memories are our creations, not a transcript of history. Great poem!
Sunflower Ranch~~ Well, gee! I'm honored. I placed a "click through" to your blog, along with the Award.
Thank you...I happy you enjoy my words.
(Give me a bit of time & I'll pass this Award onto 5 other worthy blogs I know of.
~x`William.
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Erin~~I wanted to make the point you raise, because I was also thinking of my father, who is having difficulty with his memory...It is a very personal poem, and yet it says well what I've gathered in caring. It is short & sweet. Every memory should cherished. Thank you, for "getting it."
*be cherished.
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