Careful

One of these days the sky is going to break
 and everything will escape.

I know this because .......
This is my least favorite life.

As the sun pulled away from the sky.
The moon fell away from the stars.

Like the memory of a bygone season.
The shadows grow long as the westward
sun kissed the sky.

I dream in my memory pallets
of people and places, I've forgotten.

From another life that soon fades from view.
But still ..... I see their faces. 
  



  June 10, 2015,    Wednesday

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Don Johnson

Date: 5/16/2016 11:55:00 PM

If you ask when you are just getting the pictures through your mind, almost asleep...who was I last time..."a dancing fool is Joey Finnegan, swings em out n brings em in again" maybe I was Irish...

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/24/2015 8:10:00 AM

Enjoyed reading this one today..Interesting concept..Thanks for the visit to my page..Glad that you like corn bread..Sara

Joe Maverick

Date: 10/17/2015 1:42:00 AM

A write to get the thoughts going here Debbie, well penned..'

Kelly Deschler

Date: 8/21/2015 10:41:00 PM

Forgotten memories and people from the past never really stay there. They will remain with us forever, from birth to death, and maybe even birth again... A very deep and soulful write, Debbie. Beautifully expressed!

Robert Johnson

Date: 8/20/2015 6:09:00 PM

The end began between the lines. When horizons set to change the signs. And right and wrong went their own way. To leave us waiting for that day. Careful. Peace. :)

Harry Horsman

Date: 8/20/2015 4:31:00 PM

This is different Debbie, just love it...

Jack Horne

Date: 8/19/2015 2:27:00 PM

love this deep write

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/19/2015 4:33:00 AM

- Deep thoughts, in a really well written poem dear Debbie :) - hugs from your friend in Norway // Anne-Lise :)

Robert Lindley

Date: 8/17/2015 10:39:00 PM

Time is a man made concept. Its how we count our steps until we go into the dark. Enter that final doorway. Love how you wrote this poem.. A7

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 8/16/2015 8:22:00 PM

Past and future but will live in the present. I like the way you did this poem from both perspectives. love phyl

Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/14/2015 8:18:00 PM

So, they are always there, even as they fade, they come back. Life is just such a mystery, but you charm the sun, moon and stars with your words and come close to the ultimate solution--what is life about. We can't know but only see the shadows and after images. You are deep my friend. Your work is making me think hard!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/13/2015 10:58:00 PM

so why didn't you like Cash? Do you mean his singing, debs? yes, it is a taste to be acquired . I know he had a kind of wild youth but hopefully he turned himself around at the end. I like to think so. Thanks for reading the poem!! and I sure do like this one of yours here.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/13/2015 3:08:00 PM

It is interesting to me how you have divided up your past from your present. I would hate the day that past life faded from my mind!! To me it would mean that I might as well be dead! I enjoyed this one today, Debbie.