Fractured Landscape of Memory

I feel more incomplete Now than before and my heart is a cartography Of interrupted rhythms. In the echoes of ancestral whispers I stand fragmented,unfinished. Lands that once cradled our songs Now distant unreachable, My heart beating between Bitter and sweet landscapes Dreaming of retracing old paths But my imagination incomplete. My hearth's rhythm interrupted.

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Ink Empress

Date: 1/25/2025 12:18:00 AM

This is such an evocative and well written poem, i love the flow and depth of your write and how it flows in such eloquence, especially love the lines "and my heart is a cartography Of interrupted rhythms. In the echoes of ancestral whispers" profound! Absolutely loved reading this, sending you light today and always

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 1/20/2025 11:27:00 PM

Change never seems to be an improvement. I also think back to happy former days.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 1/20/2025 8:54:00 PM

You are a fascinaing poet who inpires me, Love psngie

Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/21/2025 10:46:00 AM

Soupmail pR

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/20/2025 3:11:00 AM

- "Lands that once cradled our songs" will always have a place in your heart, Akham - A beautiful and sensitive poem - hugs

Debbie Duncan

Date: 1/20/2025 2:19:00 AM

Nice

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/19/2025 11:03:00 PM

Wow. Very fine writing. A fave

Soibam Pramodini Devi

Date: 1/19/2025 7:05:00 AM

A vast portion of the land,hilly parts through which the poet long ago frequently traveled to outside the state boarding night super now occupied by the immigrants and narco terrorists from Myanmar and a particular majority native people to which the poet belongs now cannot enter this, part of their own ancestral land.The poem seems based on this.