Monday, October 11, 2010

Remembrance

Forgetting much,
remembering more,
our words returned to me
as friends unseen for years
appear, and all is as it was
before they went away.
That's how it is tonight,
and I can almost hear
the songs we used to sing.
The back and forth refrain
still echoes through my heart.
How happily this wound is born!

6 comments:

  1. I loved the first part so much...so amazing. Some words just last, you know?

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  2. Kindred Spirit, Are all the unattributed poems, such as this one, written by you?

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  3. very beautiful...did you write this?

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  4. Super beautiful flow of words - my kind of poetry.

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