A memory whispered
in a lost melody
tumbles across my ears,
a tenuous feeling of
almost there-
Dusk falls too slow
to let blue-silver moonlight
find me on the
edge-
Standing there trying
to grasp the
memory caught in the
opaque tears of a
secret shore-
Author notes
“Adios le pido!”
option # 1
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This is a beautiful poem. I like the way you describe the picture. I enjoyed the read! Thank you for entering my contest.
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Beautiful!
"Dusk falls to slow"... you could add another "O" to the "to" but it wouldn't make any real difference really.
The poem is... poetry in motion.
Well captured, Kj
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bravo!
this has such a surreal quality! and coupled with the picture its great!
*note: i think you meant 'too' in stanza 2, line 1
great write, love the broken up form its goes well with your words, "tumbled" >> it really adds to that.
great write.
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Beautiful, it grabs your attention from the first set of words, combined with that picture, best of luck.
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