The Trail – Memories

“He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the 
burden of the past.” 
 

Blown by the breeze of your passing
Branches sweep the evidence of you away
Spinning dirty tornadic wisps bare false witness
Evidence of our union, gone down a dusty way

I wander past the forks of choices gone wrong
Seeing pieces of your love hanging on the thorns
Finding you though you hide among shapeless brush
Setting my heart to the trail, I am endlessly torn

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Roostah

Words. Deep thoughts. Eccentric. Madness. Lover. Dark. Music. Melancholic. Beaches. Addict. Primal. Curious. Dichotomy. Gemini. "I am a series of small victories and large defeats, and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here." - Charles Bukowski "I think and think and 99 times I'm wrong. But on the 100th time, I'm right." - Einstein

2 thoughts on “The Trail – Memories”

  1. Passing metaphor, a poets choice, the invisible muse that inspires the pen to move and curve, this poem takes the reader to another time and place, where the heart seperates from the body,
    is how the words make me feel, awsome job!
    -Michael

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  2. Passing metaphor, a poets choice, the invisible muse that inspires the pen to move and curve, this poem takes the reader to another time and place, where the heart seperates from the body,
    is how the words make me feel, awsome job!
    -Michael

    Like

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