M is for Memory
a soft Mist that caresses
Mutters sweet nothings
in our ears
Makes Music of the days
or chills Mind
numbs the Mutiny
of Marauding thought
rolls over the Minefield
of the past
until its Metamorphosis
into Myth
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A big “Awwwwwww.” This is soooo adorable! What an amazing photo. :)
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Thanks you so much – have to love those big eyes!
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really beautiful entry for mist (and M!) – and better late than never is correct! enjoyed this :)
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Thanks – double entries don’t happen often!
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you hit the nail
describing my nightmares,
filled with mad memories:
“marauding thought
rolls over the minefield
of the past…”
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Which would account for why we can’t remember certain things (or choose not to)!
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This may be your loveliest ever–am I allowed to print a copy for my “keepsakes” file?
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Most certainly – let me know if you want a better resolution photo… And thank you!
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No, I’m fine with what you’ve got here–I don’t want you straining yourself, ya know!! Are you feeling better?
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Getting there thanks, slow but sure!
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