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Withered Are Memories Made On False Ground

Withered Are Memories Made On False Ground

Majesty of her charms , pale in light now
Love's glow has died, ashes only remain
She was sad , my heart took a fleeing bow
Her cries left only darkened bitter stain
No long goodbye words, we both knew not how
She was mad, I felt no need to explain

What is the past but dead dreams on black ice
Time returns us not to make our amends
Wishful thinking, going back would be nice
Yet new pains could rise, and forward it sends
With no overs, nothing said would suffice
Best journey on, racing around the bends

In hindsight , glory heavily infests
False goodness and sweet touches abound
However, truth lies in dark empty nests
Where heartache and misery were first found
Seek not ye fools gold as wisdom suggests
Withered are memories made on false ground

Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016

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Date: 5/13/2016 4:21:00 AM
I love reading your poems, Robert, whatever the form. They are always filled with emotion. #7. T.J
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Date: 5/12/2016 4:43:00 PM
"Dead dreams on black ice" OHHH FARAL! The working out of grief is seen here and I hope you share the poems of healing, the pulling up, the going forward. This helps us recall those deep heartbreaks. Then, we want to know, how do we come out of the cocoon and metamorphis back into that butterfly. How to dry the tears upon our wings; it weighs our spirit down. Back toward the light!
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Date: 5/11/2016 10:09:00 PM
life goes on my friend, this is a truthful write filled with honesty, loved it :) a7
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