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Lost Recollections Of Lackluster Days



Calloused hands glide
across landscape
of leathered wrinkles,
whiskey numbing
ruptured contemplation,
eyes watered, gazing
across the gulf
from now to then:

Where did all my days go?


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  • Gillian-Noelle
    February 3

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    This is a really vivid little piece.The opening image is so strong and engaging -"Calloused hands glide/ across landscape/ of leathered wrinkles"; what a great line!- it's hard not to feel the melancholy and poignancy of the poem.Loved it.Good luck!!