"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

With Memories for Pages

Thoughts fill my head in uncountable number
Bringing tears of laughter love or dislike
A photographic album with memories for pages

Just yesterday young love stepped out of the past
To fill my thinking with the tender tragedy
Of hopes dashed by romance’s final curtain

With misty ponderings I turned a dog eared page
To find my wedding day in white and yellow
A sunshine beginning to hearts joined with forever words

Butterfly wings fly through my musings
Their beauty in a fluttery path of dreams
Evoking a smile at nature’s painting

Never knowing where introspection will travel
I pack a suitcase of pen and paper
To record where my thoughts have been


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