a recollection




lonely is a name
carried across deserts
blooming randomly

love is something remembered
living in the moments of wait
and you

striking images
in a recollection
of re-run moments

so I ask myself
where do we begin
and is there an end

to the silver thread
wraped in gold




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-16 at 08:37

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Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
... probably not and too often life is spent ravelling and unravelling that mysterious thread rather than, from time to time, simply revelling in its radiance.
2007-05-16


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the first stanza of this, it brings such a vivid picture to my mind. Could sense the ache of recalling past loves and all that goes with that territory.

Elle x
2007-05-16