days are going by unnoticed
like meek dreamers clinging to the edges of empty halls-
forever resting on the tips of tomorrows
And although we call and recall times half forgotten,
they never give any permanence.
The ink fades, the clouds dissipate,
we move on,
even as we look back to see their indistinct faces
held together only by meshing memories of what once was.
Author notes
I wrote it while IMing someone. A quickie.
Written October 18th, 2006
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Good Job Pretty Lady. I don't think I read this when you posted it. It's really good...
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I liked this a lot. It's... wise in a way.
I liked:
"forever resting on the tips of tomorrows
And although we call and recall times half forgotten,
they never give any permanence."
Keep it up! -
very good
After reading this poem, I felt a need to reread it three more times since it was so excellent. I love the ethereal feel of this poem.
Furthermore, I am impressed at the quality of it all despite it being written pretty much impromptu.
Haha, I just reread it a fourth time. This is something I personally can relate to well.
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wow, that's totally deep man. Wow...
No but seriously, mono guys. heh. I like it. It's been a while since I been to your page, and seen new work. Here's to a triumphant return eh?
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