Gerald Brom
The door is an aperture for the lens of his passing
Drinking the day from a rose-coloured glass
The photos of babies between dust bound covers
Weighted now in their teenage years
He hears the radio’s echo in the kitchen sinking
Wonders the knife edge of persistent memory
The door is an aperture for the lens of his passing
Drinking the day from a rose-coloured glass
The photos of babies between dust bound covers
Weighted now in their teenage years
He hears the radio’s echo in the kitchen sinking
Wonders the knife edge of persistent memory
3 comments:
Interesting thoughts on memory.it is all in how we remember and how sharp your memory and mind are WOW
Good to see your still at it .Be safe walk in peace allways
the last line is brilliant; I love it!
and the juxtapose with the image is nicely twisty. If I wanted to give my memory a persona, this image would be close; nice.
Memories of your children are most potent when you see them struggling with the transition into adulthood.
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