Remembrance
by Michael R. Burch
a coronavirus poem
Remembrance like a river rises;
the rain of recollection falls;
frail memories, like vines, entangled,
cling to Time's collapsing walls.
The past is like a distant mist,
the future like a far-off haze,
the present half-distinct an hour
before it blurs with unseen days.
Published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, remembrance, remember, reminiscences, remorse, memory, memories, memorial, memorial day, recollection, death, time, rain, river, mist, haze, blurs, past, present, future
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The past is like a distant mist, the future like a far-off haze, the present half-distinct an hour before it blurs with unseen days. ...............excellent poetic expression about the past, present and future; pleasure to read