Like an old worn letter Well loved and preserved To be read over again Time after time Until the words Can be said verbatim From memory alone But still the letter Is clung to As a treasured keepsake -Kel Dayheart
Losing Time
She looked wistfully into the distance Thinking of dreams long lost To the stream of time She lost herself to the past -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #71
Yesterday is not a happy memory.
Threadbare
Patchwork stitches String together these moments Held with the thinnest thread They still keep without snapping -Kel Dayheart
Dusty Days
In dusty old boxes That make me sneeze And my eyes to water I find remembrance In times past In times lost I sit and linger In those memories Before I put them back With care For another dusty afternoon -Kel Dayheart
Easily Forgotten
Memory of a goldfish No past, no future Only now You cannot suffer Any major emotion When you will not remember Only moments later -Kel Dayheart
Memory Issues
My memory is shot Someone has taken it Out back And put it out Of its misery -Kel Dayheart
Washout
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Eunoia
The mind is a wonderous and winsome place That reflects all aspects of our lives Thoughts echo through the head at their own pace Everything ends up cataloged in our archives We envision all possible results And consider the consequences of our actions Which can help to quell the impulse To just satisfy our... Continue Reading →
Haiku #19
Sticky hands reach out Teddy bears and Sunday tea Dream of child's play
Fragment of a Figment 