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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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I Remember
I remember tomorrow and the day
three months ahead,
I remember our talking
and the things that you said.
I remember my grandmother
and how she told me
that yesterday is but
tomorrow's memory.
I remember the day
before the day she died
and she thanked me for
things I had never yet tried.
I remember her telling me
to listen to my dad
when he was beyond speaking,
and to not be too sad.
I remember once thinking
that I lived in reverse,
and wondered if it
was really a curse.
I've never remembered
days in advance
for when people should die
or numbers of chance.
Time cycles by without
a conscious clear knowing
but then when I do,
tis like reaping without sowing.
Deja vu in an inside out way,
an understanding, of things making sense,
remembering the yet unwritten,
a sort of future-past tense.
I remember the feelings
when his ashes I'll lay
beneath that oak tree,
and the words I will say.
It is strange, and I know it.
It's odd, which is why
I've never written about it--
never thought I would try.
Yet as I write this
I am remembering a thought
that it wouldn't be in verse-
for I'd be too distraught.
And I am, feeling splayed open,
vulnerable, scared.
But also releived
that I've finally dared.
I remember.
Indeed, I do.
... ... ... ...
Yes, it is true.
Prompt/Week # 1
Title your poem:
I Remember
and then write a poem about a memory, real or imagined.
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