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Luke Easter

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A Dear Childhood

Remembrance that searches by the minute,
But before they’re found death can get in it,
Nudging its way into soulful recompense,
Slapping me back to life I am convinced.-

The solar universe of our creation began,
An authoritative voice rang not from man,
Near and yet so far away inner life forms,
Surfing waves of summer beside a storm.

Speechless behind the dawn before we part,
Silly me craftily thought I had a fresh start,
Alas as time cannot erase it can only sever,
What I’ve lost is what I’ll possess forever.

And this timelessness is exactly how long?
Shall I face the operatic music with a song?
Or should yielding find a way in the wrong?
Maybe it is a concerto simple as ding-dong.

Will life find us or any spirit a mountain high?
Why settle for a slice when I can have the pie?
Oh! So I see. Share and share alike, says who?
Did you say public; I went to a private school.

Stop! I don’t like to waste what I can’t control,
Enough is enough for now that it’s time to go,
You simply go your way I’ll likewise go mine,
A futuristic encounter not your nickel my dime.

Can another chance meet stir up memories past?
Do we hold on too tightly allowing them to last?
So which is for the better, what’s for the worse?
If I knew the future I’d know when to rehearse.

The stars are too many as you’ll lose count soon,
Ha! From the earth there’s only the sun & moon,
Midnight collision we see also we hear the boom,
Only sound makes us aware if happening at noon.

There is a valid recorded date & time of my birth,
However, not so for creation of heaven and earth,
While only 1 Creator knows if this is bad or good,
Whatever situations I still had A Dear Childhood.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 01, 2010

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  • Gold Star - 18,433 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (7/11/2010 9:54:00 PM)

    Remembrance that searches by the minute,
    But before they’re found death can get in it,
    Nudging its way into soulful recompense,
    Slapping me back to life I am convinced.-yes very good rememberance but too late in life.. very good moments to remember.. nicely worded poem....10

    read mine.. old memory lane (Report) Reply

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