Plucked Memories
I want to wander inside Grandpa's mind
drink in multi-hued core thoughts
intimately lounging there--
glide with wild violin notes as they
light evening's way;
listen to this troubadour who prances
through the flourishing roots of music,
sway with flashing sparks of desire
as they hover just above me--
And all my passions will reveal
themselves , lavishing secret dreams
on me which only I have the access to
his inner sanctum where my private
thoughts become rivers of rhythm ,
nourishing the hungry desire to be me
and partly him --tears and all --how we
held each other's arms as tunes from
breaths snuffed his charmed life.
Nayda Ivette Negron's Memories Contest
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