Somewhere along the banks of overlapping memories
A single event exists, waiting to be recalled.
Somewhere, obscured by the phone numbers of long-forgotten childhood friends,
A feeling of excitement discovering cloud figures aches to be felt again.
Somewhere among the pictures reeling and rolling within
A single cel patiently awaits its own screen time.
Someday all that is old will be at the forefront and today will be somewhere else, lost forever.
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6 comments:
I love "the banks of overlapping memories"!
Nice poem!
A feeling of excitement discovering cloud figures aches to be felt again.
This made me pause. Thanks for the read.
Nicely done. Somewhere is always so elusive. I remember reading that somewhere.
This is wonderfully done. It stopped me on my track!
trying to find a meaning
such a sweet poem Patois!
:)
Oh I love this poem...so true!! This took me foraging for those youthful memories and feelings. Wonderful!!
Peace Giggles
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