It ain't much, but it's something...
This loss is like a passing year, a fading sun down earlier each day. But memory is candied lime, a taste mere water cannot wash away. Look now through winter’s rime-etched pane, sun sprawling...
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petergarner Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > This loss is like a passing year, > a fading sun down earlier each day. > But memory is candied lime, > a taste...
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C. Wrote: > My only question is whether 'Your memory' means > Memory of you? It might. ;-) The way one reads those two words colour one's whole reading of the poem, and that was my intent....
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Hi Peter, Sorry to be so way late. It's been in the morning when I have been rushing that I have clicked in to CC, ans then with time off, I have been trying to stay caught up at Babilu. This morning,...
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Switching the lines is a very interesting suggestion and deserving of some consideration. I'd have to do some tweaking for sure to make it jive with my own vision of the poem, but I'll definitely have...
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