Unveiled Memories

rain fell heavily
across ancient memories
I clearly saw truth
scrubbed clean of invented dreams
my anserine guise unveiled

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Gershon Wolf

September 29, 2022 at 9:49 PM

Ha, ha. I thought 'anserine goose.' Hmm. (after looking up 'anserine,' of course...) And then in a flash of inspiration, I realized the truth: Anserine guise is 'veiled code' for 'silly goose!' ~ The Un-Veiler

Linda Alice Fowler

September 30, 2022 at 5:51 AM

LOL uvgw. My silly foolishness paid off :)) laf

Victor Buhagiar

September 29, 2022 at 10:11 AM

Great imagery, Ignore those who pretend to be friends. Your visions are more important.

Linda Alice Fowler

September 29, 2022 at 2:25 PM

Hello friend Victor. It is nice to see you here today. Thanks for stopping by. :) Linda

Steven Young

September 29, 2022 at 3:41 AM

Quite thought provoking.Vickey is right--we are fortunate to discover our own authenticity. This poem makes me think I should check my vision. It also inspired an hour's worth of research on anserine. So, thank you, Linda for this insightful poem!

Linda Alice Fowler

September 29, 2022 at 5:30 AM

Good morning Steven. I don't check my vision often enough and when I do I am amazed at what I find there. I love research, don't you? :) Thanks for visiting and so kindly commenting. Linda

Vickey Rhymer

September 28, 2022 at 9:02 PM

Enjoyed Linda.We all carry the dreams of others including that of our own ego.If we are fortunate we discover that which is authentic to our true selves.

Linda Alice Fowler

September 29, 2022 at 5:27 AM

Hello Vickey. I am glad you enjoyed this poem. Ego can be our nemesis. Search further. :) Linda

Mystic Rose Rose

September 28, 2022 at 3:32 PM

what a moment full of awe that is when it happens in such an amazing way, nicely penned dear poet friend. May you still have a few dreams still stitched upon your sleeve, ( wink wink )

Linda Alice Fowler

September 28, 2022 at 3:42 PM

Hello Vie my friend. Not only stitched on my sleeve, but I also put rocks in my pocket to keep me grounded - I'm not sure that's a good thing though. :). Thanks for the visit. smiles and hugs, Alice