lady of the lace

what are the odds

encountering you

at this gas station

miles from everywhere

and years of grace

i'm as you see

contained

losing all those victories

cleanses the lenses

so to speak

thank you

for this embrace of memory

the gifts and sudden cliffs of you

your smile

which i see is darker red

don't pout

your spirit wears it well

and i'm grown old beyond repair

no sense of pretty speech

i wish you well

again...

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

Perfectly lovely my dearest Sir. It doesn't need defining by for me, certainly ... it happens to us all every once in awhile but your gracious words put it so thoughtfully together that it becomes remarkable, nearly spectacular. You have that knack, you know. :)

[Ed Hart]

so nice to find you tiptoeing around...i think of you and wonder how you are doing

[An Ordinary Woman]

thanks! it was a very nice visit! And good to read your words again. :)

[Papaya]

Hello Ed, I really enjoyed this one. People come round again sometimes to remind us of things, but they may leave as quickly as they came, and that's ok. Everyone we meet teaches us something.

[Ed Hart]

y es, teaches us something...it's hard to believe we have so much to learn

[alan peter kelly]

Beyond repair...oh yes... that time arrives when something crawls inside to tell biology the time I felt it creep and slept with one eye on the clock and under bed alternately the form constricts in pits more closely to the whence I came than sky where once the aspirations were to fly and by the by met bye bye snuck up tapped my shoulder like a last drinks call or prison staff at a too brief visitation telling me it's time yes it crept up fast and I lost track somewhere along the line my teeth are sound the hair be grey may nothing fall, fail, break, decline or dissipate just one more day

[Ed Hart]

...............amen................

[alan peter kelly]

the time arrives
when something crawls inside

to tell biology
the time

I felt it creep
slept with one eye
on the clock

and under bed
alternately

must
at some stage
nodded off

for now

this form of mine
constricts in pits
and lines

more akin
with whence I came

than sky
where once
the aspirations

were so set to fly
and by the by
met bye bye

snuck up tapped my shoulder
like a last drinks call

or prison staff
at too brief visitation

telling me
it's time yes
it crept up fast

I lost track
somewhere between
the summer wine

and autumn breeze my

teeth are sound
the hair be grey
may nothing fall

fail fade break
decline or dissipate
just

one more day

[Cherrie Palmer]

Excellent job Ed, love the way you brought it to a close.

[Ed Hart]

those of us with lots of mileage need to keep the tank full...thank you Cherrie

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Some of our biggest heartbreaks contain our sweetest memories.

[Ed Hart]

memory is 7/8 of life, and feeds us more than food

[SkinlessFrank]

i love when this happens....like living within a dream

[Ed Hart]

it certainly encourages a sense of wonder

[John]

Lancelot is too poetically eloquent in his retirement speech to convince this reader. When a man says thanks for the memories but really no...Ladies, pay for the petrol and leave that station.

[Ed Hart]

thank you John...the mood changes with the bizarre chemistry of life...some moments are more grand than others

[. serah .]

-- beautiful poetry for a beautiful lady... -- thank you for sharing 'this embrace of memory', Maestro Ed... :)

[Ed Hart]

thank you serah...beautiful, yes, as the more clever witches are

[. serah .]

-- ohhh... didn't realise that... :p