Dominic Windram


I Remember 3 - Poem by Dominic Windram

I remember when we were young and the light
Played on the lawns and fields, for what seemed like,
A golden eternity. Sadly,
Sweet innocence has slowly turned into
Bitter experience. And all the bright
Colours of childhood and youth have faded
Into grey. Hope's frail flowers have withered.
Guardian angels seem like pale ghosts.
All of life's vital gloss has been removed.
Now the days speed by and we chase shadows.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about I Remember 3 by Dominic Windram

  • Tulsi ShresthaTulsi Shrestha (2/13/2020 9:11:00 AM)

    Nothing can compensate nostalgic joy. A beautifully crafted insightful poem. (Report)Reply

    Dominic WindramDominic Windram(2/13/2020 9:25:00 AM)

    Thanks Tulsi...much appreciated

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2020

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 13, 2020


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