Memories Poem by Tom Billsborough
Memories
Candle-light and its whispers of shadows,
Smoke is raising its halos
And the tallow flows
Into the hollow below.
The droplets are falling like seconds of time
Down the once smooth candle sides.
And the rondeaux of memory now rekindle
In melodious silence echoes of music,
As we continue evolving
New formats preserving
Our conceptions of Time.
Into the hollow below! ! With the muse of life. Memories! Always with us. Nice work.
Thank you Edward. Must look at your new ones tomorrow Tom Billsborough
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4/26/2024 3:50:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow. This is going into my favorites!
\thanks, \kelly. Fraid our \favourites lost 1-0 but played well. Ah well! Much better reading your poems earlir. bout 6-0 there! Tom