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Unadulterated Time
freckled flashes of unadulterated time
weigh heavy on my memory, and my mind
I find myself ever chasing moments
that have already been ticked away
by the cruelty of a heavy handed clock
my yesterdays are littered with bursts of
heart pounding moments that are
drenched in the aroma of days gone by
and I rise and fall beneath them all
I live in a moment I don’t understand
so simple yet so completely complicated
a life not forgotten but derailed
and I embrace it the only way I know how
……one step at a time
I pause between one more key stroke
and another moment slipping away
to validate my search for answers
but only uncertainty and confusion
continue to carve the detailed paths
through the interior of my soul
I would love to end this with
a revelation,
a breakthrough
a burst of undeniable positivity
that would eventually set me free
….break the chains that bind me
but the only light I can see is coming from
pinholes cascading spotlights
capturing moments already gone
and those dreams that dance
where the light doesn’t shine
are slowly disappearing
lost to the thinning veil of time
@LadyRaine
Lady Raine, your main page
Lady Raine, your main page tells me you have not been onsite for four years. You are certainly missed. In commenting on this very beautiful poem, I noticed that two members of the PostPoems comunity, who are now deceased, have also commented. We need you back, Lady Raine.
Starward
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Stars...
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I liked
that "pause between keystrokes..." All we can do is sail on time like a hard wind, going where it directs, adjusting to the new atmospheres, the views that let light come in varying degrees of luminesence. During pauses, we catch our breath before the leaf tumbles on a brisk breeze and we are off to neighboring arenas, towering cloud patterns surround us and we smile or weep or wait until another wind unwinds. D
but in our memories they live
but in our memories they live forever
ron parrish