Thursday, June 27, 2013

Clouds 2 you

...memory keeps 
recurring transfer 
to path
where we are
flying
2 clouds
back
to south
I see it 
even with
open eyes...

the memory
clogged above
the wounds,
and that alternative
life`s houses...,
reflected now
as boxes of
thousand
expectation
and woes ...

forgive
the broken 
promises,
hope for
rejuvenation;
lousy?
falling tears
will be transmuted
into success,
the waterfall
of applauses

2 comments:

  1. tears to waterfall, nice play on words and imagery at your hall.

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  2. forgiving the broken promises is the only way we keep ourselves from being anchored by them...really like that middle stanza...the clogged memory and old wounds...it sets this up nice...

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