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rum & nostalgia
linger now, settling
forget i'm falling
)pedaling
slowly turn ( back and forth)
light to dark . guilty spark
late night talk.sleeping
memories
soak.feel (reality setting in
clogging present unfolding time
forgetting it was past
hot coals keep warm
(what used to be)
rusted hopes. too tired to try
nostalgic comfort
stay just awhile
while i pretend to be
other)foreign, hopes and dreams
only for now
time tries to dry my tearing eye
I read several of your poems.
Bravo!!! To see humanity to truly see, look through the eyes of a gifted poet. You are very gifted. We are made of strata like a sky turning from light to dark and shades, subtleties that we often ignore. It is hard to describe the deeper emotional feeling that your work raises in me other than to say, this poem especially, made me feel as if I would cry a little.That is a powerful tool that you have, to bring a tear to this man’s eye. Careful how you wield your power.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot