in the chill
of just before
awake to the morning
a white autumn swirl
was given to song
and drifted beyond
the reach of remember
to a place
I was once –
I belong
. . .
the reach of remember ~
08 Sunday Nov 2015
Posted in Poetry
Benjamin Grossman
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Lovely!
Thank you, my friend.
I think one day I will find where I belong again….
your thoughts are whispers within the heart Bobbie….
I was just thinking about you 🙂 and came wandering over….
through all the craziness you make me feel peace…I like that
love to you on wings of the butterflies that are heading home for Winter
Take Care…You always Matter to me
just me
Great! I really love this….reaching back…..down the tunnel of memory…the piece seems to draw one along in the ‘then’ or ‘there’. Hugs!
Memories…, the mirrors of our lives. Some reflections are beyond beautiful…, some aren’t. Good night, Bobbie. …..xo