As time passes, so does the circle of our psyche; events and memories of love that were so brilliant at one time, slowly fade into remnants of little or no interest years later, thus become shreds, or pop up unexpected, almost invisible to our mind's eye; time messes with our psyche.... our mortality....
loved it!
Best, B
Which sums up perfectly why I never made it as a waiter. I got fired for walking out the in door and walking in the out.😊
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
like in Raspberry Beret..."she came in through the out door, out door"
thanks, Lorry,
.. read morelike in Raspberry Beret..."she came in through the out door, out door"
thanks, Lorry,
j.
2 Years Ago
Ahh, it's time I listened to his albums again. Not the redone albums with 50 extra songs on each, bu.. read moreAhh, it's time I listened to his albums again. Not the redone albums with 50 extra songs on each, but the actual album releases that made him brilliant.
the circular nature of the poem captures the circular nature of the emotional tides we experience falling in and out of love, the power of memory to invoke both sweetness, regret and the immovable indifference to what time has rendered. A moving poem indeed J
I so admire your work, have for years. I love the masculine perspective that you have on things. It's something that I can appreciate and admire but definitely a talent that I cannot achieve. Well done!
The thoughts fell from your heart through space and time, falling like feathers without sound, then you exhaled and they ascended again. I felt like i was reading in slow motion, too.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, Amy,
j.
and thank you for the inspiration...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..