Eric Still

POEM OF THE MONTH

"Memory"

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Flutter, like sand to the breeze. Misguided, but making it's way to blind me. A bush of thistle to prickle and tear my mind impaired. A thunderous boom to wake and resume my thoughts it consumed.

 

To live with a memory of things unknown, to the present its sown. And the wounds I live with and breath. Just out of reach of my trembling breach, but forever resonating like a dream.

 

A chapter closed or a page turned, I find a memory from which I learn. Oh I wonder to discern. Let its harm be adjourned. And let its lesson stand firm. May it grant me energy. Behold, a memory.

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