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Poetry News Post #1156

Memories.

Written by: Weeping Willow Gwendolyn De'vyen, Slyphian Priestess
Date: Friday, October 15th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Clutching screaming dreams of haunted memories
In shattered hearts and hallowed halls
For the quickened glances to quicken my own
My own lost sensation and divination
Of this repetitious cycle of turmoil
Broken in and reined from the wilderness
Harnesses the freedom
Sacrifice for the simpler life I suppose
In mind and heart
The rain does fall to cover the world
Drowning out the sorrows
Nurturing these visions
____and washing away the aggrieved imaginations

When suddenly this body and life seem everything buy my own
Steps led and set by other voice and command
Lives lived for others benefits
Belie the pain inside and conceal the truth

Settling as leaves in the fall
I see my brethren and lovers die beside me
Brittle and broken from the battles of life
The winds, sleet and hail giving way
To our inevitable sleeps

This last breadth of reflection upon the earth,
Each part of me brittle and breaking away
Flying to their own destiny, no longer me, no longer mine
Beauty here amid the many
Envious gazes at our maker
Knowing it will create anew those who we give our all to create

Is this the thought as we let our life slip?
Are we anticipating our final death?
Does the leaf know it will become the soil?
Soft memories of insignificant life lovelies
Flickered words and light laughter
The smell of the fields and the taste of rain
Flashing recognition of some bit
____long ago forgotten and written off.

The silence of emotional demise
Throbbing breaths within to remind us all
Such weighted crushing to destroy the remnants therein
Mouthless screams of the agony
____our pasts not wishing their deaths.

This inside death
Will meld to something new
Like leaf, like body, like mind
Dissolved to the whole in regrettable, unstoppable sacrifice
Repetitions furthering
So every memory begins to remind us of our memories
And each living moment feels pre-lived
Each pain never new.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Arios, in the year 141 MA.


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