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Somewhere

Whatever was here has gone. Already the world has filled in the empty spaces. Children play on scars. Traffic noise has overwritten the silence. Nothing remains. Each poem becomes a hole in which what has gone or is going is kept and kindled for a while, throwing off a little light to be anointed with love and cradled in a hope something of it will survive …..somewhere.

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Sam Scott

Date: 10/3/2023 9:02:00 PM

Absence is an ache only time will fully heal but your words here, Paul, have a poetic reverence for what is missing. I do like the "anointed with love and cradled in a hope" sentiment and agree with DD.

Paul Willason
Date: 10/6/2023 10:12:00 PM

Thanks Sam for your thoughtful comments...always good to hear that ones words land in the right place. Valued, appreciated. Regards, Paul

J. Summers

Date: 10/2/2023 6:57:00 PM

This is one of those poems that get better with each reading. It was great starting my evening here. John

Paul Willason
Date: 10/6/2023 10:08:00 PM

Thanks John...honored that the poem was a worthwhile addition to yourevening. Good to hear from John. Regards Paul

Di11y Da11y

Date: 9/26/2023 6:10:00 AM

Gosh I want to reread this one several times to let it all sink in. Beyond nostalgia, beyond memory to the more in/tangible truth that is almost making sense in my mind. Love it and love how quietly impactful it is x

Paul Willason
Date: 10/6/2023 10:05:00 PM

Good to hear that the little poem prompted such thoughts. Many thanks for your kind words DD...always welcomed.

John Lawless

Date: 9/26/2023 5:55:00 AM

Yep, bits and pieces of poetic soul scattered about, hinting at a past, adrift on an uncertain future.....

Paul Willason
Date: 10/6/2023 10:03:00 PM

Appreciate the comments John and for taking the time to linger over the poem...my thanks.

Lin Lane

Date: 9/26/2023 5:51:00 AM

Something always remains, Paul. Just as a trace, however minuscule, remains of what once was love.

Paul Willason
Date: 10/6/2023 10:00:00 PM

Thanks Lin. You aiways seem to have a reservoir of wisdom to call upon wten making your comments. Always valued, Paul