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Memories Breath

Memories walk through my mind,
painting vivid romance in the night.
Calm effects trickle beneath dried waterfalls,
a dampened essence fills embraces of  love.

As I gaze into past reflections beauty,
souvenirs collection plays favorite events.
Motion movies within my minds eye,
silently plagues consciousness to death.

My comprehensions realization begins
as the ridge of broken dreams speak.
Longing as a child desiring a new toy,
crossing trails of whistling breezes

I bury my despaired hope
as I sigh with a breath of emptiness.

Always Remembering you!

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  • aliceramone
    May 10, 2008

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    very good piece here and I especially like stanza two...sad and reflective...very well done...thank you for entering and good luck.


  • Bams
    May 9, 2008

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    indications are important as created

    precision of scene takes detour like allegro lifted to adagio, that goes with anticipation and shock at the same time

    loss of happiness blurred things but not your penning of it, compared to mine I'm afraid; I'm not jealous but congratulations at that. there's a close up memory lane on face reestablished for beautiful tangibility bordering hankering ending the first stanza.

    you did give the spirit of the piece with "My comprehensions realization begins
    as the ridge of broken dreams speak.
    Longing as a child desiring a new toy," which reminds me of the fortifier 'For here I am creating new heavens and a new earth; and the former things will not be called to mind, neither will they come up into the heart.' Relationships can be rebased to love, even lives with resurrection welcome to standard exemplified fully. So much can be for more than skim as Isaiah 65:17, 2 Peter 3:13 to keep in mind what isn't out of context.

    you have captured the heaviness of stuck conditions from specialness as gasp of life with "as I sigh with a breath of emptiness" but cycle can be beyond our conceptuality...

    tenderly felt,
    babies are my subject