I took a walk outside.
Though it was cold,
I wore no jacket,
had no inclination to do so.
I crunched through the snow
and I stopped when I found it-
A towering memory
of happy times past,
a bark-carven sculpture
love that didn’t last
I stood for awhile,
and stared at it’s message
and wiped away memories
from my jaded visage,
walked away.
Today I came home
and my memory was gone,
lost to me like
the wind through the trees
I shivered
and vowed to remember
my jacket.
Author notes
To RC. In response.
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great
there's that emotinal depth to it that seems to manifest itself by accident, and there's that casual look at it, "i shivered/and vowed to remember/ my jacket"
I think you did an amazing job here. It works very well. i usually like poetry rich in imagery (and all buttered up, lol) but this one did it for me. I loved it. a pleasure to read.
best wishes,
Albaosul
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Don't quit
My goodness, how well you have replied. This colection is becoming something for posterity. I foresee the day when one of us is well recognized and the biographer brings n the Winter Collection as a great moment in our writing careers. I have responded with, "Shelvey".
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Thank you Robin. I can foresee that day as well, and what a day it would be!
I will be along shortly!
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