Reminiscence As the days lengthen into years, passing ever so fast Death taking on a new meaning, seeping into thoughts With melodious chimes nearing the twelfth hour of timelessness, I am speechless with words of reminiscence. My life, so alike the high flying jet in clear blue of sky where roaring of engines can be heard for short intervals, a trail of condensation viewed before almost vanishing , As the days lengthen into years, passing ever so fast. Rational judgment lends to the mind, of near future as well as the past trail of unshed tears and deeds undone, despair in failed challenges with reckless heed nor thought for Death taking on a new meaning, seeping into thoughts, As I contemplate reunion with those gone before me, the pendulum swings to and fro in steady rhythm tick-tock countdown, black pointing hands accuse With melodious chimes nearing the twelfth hour of timelessness. Memories of the celebration of years of happiness with pleasures of family and friends, focusing only on joy while being thankful for the gift of love and forgiveness, I am speechless with words of reminiscence. by linda thurmond©2014 ( cascade style poem )
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 14:02:11 +0000
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