My thanks to Tom Franz (artist), for allowing the use of his work from Wikimedia Commons


Postcard from the past



Our love died on the day I remembered
But then it became the day you forgot,
And its not now the dying I regret
But the fact of regretting
That you’ve forgot.


© D G Moody 2022





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Written on 2022-02-03 at 12:31

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John holliday
Economic use of words but they tell the story perfectly

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2022-04-02


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Dougie for sharing this heart felt poem.
Alan.

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2022-02-13


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i read this as a poem of pangs, of the tangible becoming the intangible—the ache of slipping away.

i feel a tightness in my chest as i read this.
2022-02-06



memories and its gaps have to fit
a sun once was pregnant of the black hole
2022-02-05


shells
Succinct snapshot of regret, it almost reads like a riddle, I enjoyed the rhythm. The picture lends itself to the piece.

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2022-02-03


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh what a tangle love can be. A gentle piece this, Dougie. I love it when a few words tell a whole story. Bravo! (That's equivalent to cherries, nibs, and ten out of ten. ;)

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2022-02-03


Hans Bump
There’s a certain rhythm about this poem that feels like a poignant heartbeat. So genuine. Well conveyed.

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2022-02-03