I Was Far Away

I Was Far Away

A Poem by FractalLuna

I was far away,

Like leaves that fall, beckoned to sway.

I was far away,

I looked into my memories today,

Realizing the life I knew wouldn't replay,

Like I had wished.

The scene was altered, the laughter hazy,

Were there roses, or was that a daisy?

What was the name of the one that was crazy?

The photograph seems to be grainy.

At the time I was then,

Today's alight, tomorrow again,

Remembering an askew memento by pen,

And burdened by the blight of men.

Goodbye memory,

I will remember you only as I can see,

As the days fade unwillingly,

So mote it be. 


-FractalLuna-

© 2016 FractalLuna


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Nicely penned! Good rhyming!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

FractalLuna

8 Years Ago

Thank you!
An accurate portrayal of a memory slipping between your fingertips like a fading photograph. Your words are tinged with sadness at the unwillingness of our brain to slacken his grip at the things we want to hold onto.

Beautiful piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

FractalLuna

8 Years Ago

It is a bittersweet nostalgia when your brain renditions parts of a memory, but tis chemistry. It j.. read more
I love the image you portray of an image hazily remembered, from the far away future of now, looking back on the life lived, so far away. Beautifully captured. I wonder what your thoughts will be finding this once more, in the far away.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

FractalLuna

8 Years Ago

I hope I smile when I find this in the far away.
I'm glad you enjoyed the imagery captured. I.. read more

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