facing memories


Repeat

There are echoes
in the hallway
of the deep down cavernous
volumes of memory
where the
walls are painted
in colors of morning's dew.
Rising
to take the day,
I glance over
to where you used to lay solidly.
But this is not
a day like that,
so I rise and
water the flowers
on the patiio,
dress in day-off levis
and
start over.




Poetry by DarcyDancer
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 16:07

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Lovely piece indeed!!!i like the levis too...kissess
2006-08-07


Teala
Excellent, great imagery on this poem.
2006-08-07