Time trembles and rewinds.
The past becomes the future.
Translucent Dawn
Draws up her dark blue covers
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I've just read your poem and it filled me with joy. So many beautiful names for places, conjuring up mystery and poetry. You have composed a fine song of your heart.
A bit like time travel, down memory lane, the musings about memories and all done very poetically and superbly. Kudos for this fine poem. Soo nice to read from your inking again pleez do comment/review my newest poem too, titled, Dream Holiday places
hairbrush or airbrush? ? and in line #16: don't you want to say e d up? ? ? You KNOW you want to! ! let me read another; i think this is too highbrow (not eyebrow) for me. but i got to see Pamela's photo again. i think pamela is 'calling' you OLD! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! BRi (:
Beautiful poem that only someone with some years of experience can write. I've been reading the poems of Peggy Freydberg lately, who I believed lived to be 106 or 7. I love her perspectives on love and memory and loss and routine. Your imagery is beautiful, you have such a way with words and their music. Time is a touchy thing and memories...(hairbrushed!) are often a comfort. Nothing is linear nor fixed, especially the past.
This is beautiful Tom! This seems to describe a feeling of enlightenment - in a dream-like state. For me, it's that feeling of subconsciously knowing the answers to all of your questions about life. Overall, I love the language of this poem and I love that we as readers are left with a warm feeling. Definitely a favorite.~