Lost in an amnesiac adventure,
cobbled by a misted miasma of myriad memory – suddenly a concrete clarity rips the diaphanous veil revealing each feature of that familiar tiny face – floating undeniable signs of the crumbling of the walls of peaceful oblivion - bringing the chill of the dreaded remember into the shadow thrown by that clapboard church – standing still, alone and fully awake before a circle of fresh turned earth
Fearful, of each unrecalled yesterday and as yet
unfurled tomorrow.
Standing at the threshold, the entrance to a new experience and entering the fresh phase Dr Perl!!
ReplyDeleteAwww this is sad. Unhappy memories and fearful of tomorrows. A lovely, sad piece.
ReplyDelete"Fearful, of each unrecalled yesterday and as yet
ReplyDeleteunfurled tomorrow." - I love that line! Well wordled. :-)
A sad piece, well-penned, Pearl.
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