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    We pass through this world but once.
    Stephen Jay Gould



    If I could touch your skin
    Just once again
    Those precious memories torn apart and frayed

    Like scraps of tattered parchment
    On which our love
    Was carefully copied down in cursive script

    Now randomly zig-zag in brief
    Eddies of wind
    To lay finally scattered on bare ground

    Time wanders like a vagabond
    In my dreams
    Seeking alms for his unseemly deeds



  • #2
    Once again, your eloquence encapsulates emotion!

    The last stanza is an agonizing gem.

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    • #3
      My favorite part:

      Time wanders like a vagabond
      In my dreams
      Seeking alms for his unseemly deeds

      I enjoyed this poem!

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      • #4
        Tanner I love how you have used torn parchment to represent the memories, the wind scattering them and time as a vagabond wandering. To me, it's is as if the memories are thrown up by a gust of time as we become more reflective with age. Does it for me, thank you and for the lesson too.

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        • #5
          Alan650, Welcome to the RZ! Many thanks for your visit and comments. Much appreciated!

          DWAYNE and mooneyblack, I think you both know that I hold you in high esteem, as RZ friends and highly talented poets. You and a few others are the reason I keep writing even when feeling uncreative and in the doldrums. You often uplift my spirit!

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