Remembrance; attaching pieces of time to the moment at hand.
The eternal now, void of such fragments....
void of what once was 'now'.... now turned to 'then'...
An illusory mist that dances in the memory
dense as fog, light as air, heavy as smoke.
Memories weep to the surface
sticky, wet sap begging re-collection....
touch them, taste them, heal them.
Good, bad or somewhere between the two, they wait...
offerings from another me, a lost me, a once was me....
the I that I am, no longer her.
Pieces of life that bare little resemblance to the one I live
rise like black-eyed-Susan's in a field of bright-eyed memory.
I gather them together, a bouquet of wildness in tamed hands.
Plucking the petals one by one,
I forgive me, I forgive me not......
The eternal now, void of such fragments....
void of what once was 'now'.... now turned to 'then'...
An illusory mist that dances in the memory
dense as fog, light as air, heavy as smoke.
Memories weep to the surface
sticky, wet sap begging re-collection....
touch them, taste them, heal them.
Good, bad or somewhere between the two, they wait...
offerings from another me, a lost me, a once was me....
the I that I am, no longer her.
Pieces of life that bare little resemblance to the one I live
rise like black-eyed-Susan's in a field of bright-eyed memory.
I gather them together, a bouquet of wildness in tamed hands.
Plucking the petals one by one,
I forgive me, I forgive me not......
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