time bound sequence
of unrhythmic love
so unerringly accurate
in providing refuge
to my captive soul
leaving gaping holes
for remnants
of yesteryear
to gather
There is that pathway in the mind that just gets walked over and over. You have to spill it, and eventually I think the memories do become sweeter, yes they do.
And yet, I'm one to tell you, I wouldn't go back there for anything.
Every word, every line is a anthem in crescendo. Brilliant!
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Baie goeie komposisie. Die inhoud laat my dink aan gelukkiger dae toe dit vol van vryheid was. “Gaping holes” vandag wat ons met die oorblyfsels van gister se goeie dinge probeer invul. I also experience such days.
Amazing piece full of reminiscences of yesteryear. The past can live forever thought - if you will it! Very well written. Regards. Joachim.
Forgive me while I stumble towards coherent thought. Nine lines have me bewildered. I am truly amazed that in nine short lines you showed the circle you spoke of in your description.
I wish that I could give an intelligent response to this, but the words I'm searching for do not show themselves to me. however, I really enjoyed the simplistic yet deep conveyance this showed me. I know that some people's writings mean different things to different people, but the more I read this, the same un-nerving truth keeps slapping me in the face. The imperfections that are a true constant in life, some you may not desire, subconsciously are the ones that you long for to the "fill the gaps" left from things not always fitting together. things are going to happen again and again, it's just how we deal with "things" that make the difference. Thanks for the good read.
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