0029 The Past Is Past - Then It Returns Poem by Michael Shepherd
0029 The Past Is Past - Then It Returns
You asked me
to destroy
all your love-letters
as if that
would free you -
from what?
I wish
I had read them
once again
before I did;
that would be
some sort of
sweet revenge -
for what?
You been reading my mind again M? This piece hits home, in an accepting kind of a way. And is, therefore, good. :) t x
Nice one, Michael...succinct, barely sentimental, and loaded with wisdom. Raynette
We can never be free from memories though can we Michael? And would we want to be? Wonderful write here. Helen x
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I would like to translate this poem
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Clinging to memories, and/or destroying the physical ones...makes one try to figure out what the heck we are doing, doesn't it? Good thinking, for me, like a dog with a bone.