.
people are our real legacy;
one day sure, entire poems
shall have been forgotten,
while remains a phrase or
a feeling drawn from wells
deeper than memory can
reach, or device can retrieve
much like thread-diving as
we scamper for posts buried
by traffic and flood posters…
follow, subscribe, or friend
buttons can only do so much
so we hang on to what we
have and hold dear, today
saving each precious moment
if bookmarked sentiments
are promises, all will be well
as we’ll boldly breathe again
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This was the first post after
This was the first post after a long hiatus between 2012 and 2022. Before that is hard to remember as well.
After reading it again, I realise that it has become a self-fulfilling prophecy in itself.
Strange how everything changes and yet remains the same for the most part as well.
Perhaps the more peopled our poems are the more they stand a chance at perpetuity.
Let's see what another revisit will reveal several years tomorrow form today.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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