Tag: Memories
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The Quiet Tide
Some mornings, even sunlight feels too far; Her thoughts crowd close, a restless, tangled jar.
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What Happened to Frank?
Frank, where did all your poetry go?It vanished like socks in the laundry below.Your sonnets once sparkled, your couplets could sing—Now dust gathers thick on your favorite ink thing. Why did you stop writing? Did inspiration flee?Did it catch the last train to Cincinna… ti?Did your rhymes get distracted by pancakes and pie,Or retire for…
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Autumn
Every leaf that hits the ground is a memory of you, and the scent of woodsmoke, crisp and gray, reminds me how you slipped away.
