Apr 4, 2014 by Carol J Forrester

NaPoWriMo Day Four

NaNoWriMo Events, Poetry
Carol j Forrester, creative writing, fixed form, literature, lune, napowrimo, poem, poet, Poetry, writer, writing
4 Comments

Memory

Shake off words

said too soon in fear,

seeking old safety.

There’re no footsteps,

no roads to follow back,

time consumes all.

Everything we’ve seen

now sits behind mottled glass,

morphed and distorted.

Memory is funny.

We cannot pick and chose,

only lucky dip.

4 Comments

angieinspired Apr 4, 2014 at 6:29 pm

I like your loons…now that sounds utterly ridiculous, but I’m sure it’s exactly what I meant.

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1. caroljforrester Apr 4, 2014 at 6:30 pm
  
  Thank you very much and yes it does sound utterly ridiculous but it makes perfect sense.
  
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  1. angieinspired Apr 4, 2014 at 6:31 pm
    
    I’m really enjoying the NaPoWriMo reading and writing!
    
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    1. caroljforrester Apr 4, 2014 at 8:10 pm
      
      That’s wonderful.
      
      Reply

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