Tag: Memory
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And the river makes no sound for you…by G. Mramor
Because the river makes no sound for you, it can only wake, like the past walking with you, going before you. Because how many memories must you remember to get it out of you? Who was like a mother to your love and a name to all the quiet of your living. Who was a…
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For now or for always…by G. Mramor
Young and thinking a name is forever. Fore after years snowblind the snow has settled and runnels down in icy blue flows and rivers past my feet, colding the memory in me. Yet the oldman can only smile. Fore that mountain of ice and snow has become this valley’s basin. A cold blue that warms…
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Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata
To think of surgical gallows Through broken garden paths Like a stubborn tulip Who loved the moon instead Frayed, I go and leap Through noxious sewer-creeks “Plop!” go the stepping-stones As my father did before Sprint past the torn meadow Through fallen trunks and shoots And fading past The hymns he used to…
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My friend…by G. Mramor
My friend
