memories
june will pass
then august
and september
every year
appears to
vanish faster
till you cave
and let the
mind surrender
memories
too broken
to remember
memories
june will pass
then august
and september
every year
appears to
vanish faster
till you cave
and let the
mind surrender
memories
too broken
to remember
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
memories | 0 | 08/24/2012 |
album | 0 | 04/26/2012 |
turquoise | 1 | 03/27/2012 |
delusion | 0 | 02/26/2012 |
cold | 1 | 02/18/2012 |
wife | 0 | 02/03/2012 |
imprinted | 0 | 09/29/2011 |
sepia | 2 | 08/09/2011 |
emerge | 1 | 08/09/2011 |
gravity | 0 | 11/18/2010 |
Two haikus | 0 | 11/15/2010 |
Strips | 7 | 07/27/2009 |
The lone wheat | 3 | 07/09/2009 |
Life that never was | 3 | 07/02/2009 |
Tide | 4 | 05/15/2009 |
I awake | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Lúthien | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Gone with the whales | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
Picture | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Perfect looks | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
You, here | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Scarred | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Fade | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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