Yesterday's bones
Always there
Weaved into my soul
Carried with care
Sometimes a little heavy
But they are mine after all
Shaped by my eyes
My mind and my heart
I collected them
Without knowing
As I traveled by night
"as much as I tried I couldn't stay within 140 characters of the prompt for twitter poetry on http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca. I am to long winded" :)
"as much as I tried I couldn't stay within 140 characters of the prompt for twitter poetry on http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca. I am to long winded" :)
Sometimes its hard to let go of yesterday... as we struggle to embrace a new dawn clinging onto its remains.
ReplyDeleteyou have a gifted way with words - must be something in those old bones you carry around
ReplyDeletethank you telltale...
DeleteYes, I like it and I relate. Old memories can be heavy - hard to let go.
ReplyDeleteI really like what you say, anyway.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this deeply Robert. i am the last of my family....and sometimes I feel like the sole soldier or knight that carries the memories of our family.
ReplyDeleteI was struck by the line "carried with care" - which can be interpreted in many ways, which just adds a wonderful richness to this, even if not 140 characters! oh well, c'est la vie - and for some, now, Twitter is 280 characters. Just an aside. Besides, let the words breathe in their rightful space.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this.
But they are mine after all
ReplyDeleteShaped by my eyes
My mind and my heart
This is all what one asks for, Robert - all of one's own!
Hank
I collected them without knowing... despite our best intentions we are what we are.
ReplyDeleteyes, we do collect a load of bones along the way.
ReplyDeleteThe bone collector, you are.
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