Twanging Memory Strings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Twanging Memory Strings



Twanging my memory strings, pulling them out of
adjustment as melodies start to play backwards
and upside down.
Nothing to cement their beginnings in a plot of
dirt, only able to watch from a distance, the
beauty of a once upon a time, when we were both
younger.

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