vignettes of time, captured landscapes,
life quilled upon passing seasons,
gifts and treasures collected
tucked into memories' dusty corners,
filling the soul's bookshelf...

but sometimes there comes a moment
unnoticed and slipping
quietly into its own silence...

it will have no tomorrows,
no memory to ease the emptiness
of regret or words to paint upon
a bare canvas, no poetry to still
the heart, and no whisper
to drift upon the wind...

instead there is only the lingering silence
and a moment that will never
breathe again...

it might have been a song, perhaps
a dream or a poem never
written... it might have been
simply a memory...

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Stephen's picture

Great write.


Sassylass's picture


Very much!

Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....