Distant Things
Distant Things
Our memories are distant things
that live among our yesterdays.
They live in thoughts, and each one brings
those moments framed in many ways.
Like photographs and video...
the copies of those moments past;
those distant things we want to know
are safe within these things that last.
Though often lost...reality;
we miss the real-time moments when
we strive to make the copies be
those 'moments' to watch once again.
So oft we view life through a lens,
or on a cell phone high-tech screen;
events of family or friends...
but miss the 'in-the-moment' scene.
Our memories are distant things
that should be felt in real time,
for once they're gone, can never bring
that 'we are there' joy so sublime.
Our memories are distant things...
reruns of life replayed once more;
but copies miss the thrill that brings
those real-life moments to adore.
June 9, 2016
Contest: Screwed XX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
~NA~
Judged: 06/12/2016
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