Strange that the other day this old poem came to mind after reading a micro-poetry tweet on Twitter.
I think the tweet was for a “1 line poem”, so I remembered my run-on sentence poem called Riddle from my early 20s. Poems of the 1980s.
Amazed that I would remember all the words since sometimes I can’t remember a freakin password.
Maybe there is password material here…HA!
My love is lost
But is reborn
Due to time and distance
I sit and morn
Like a lonely mime
Who cries unheard
In a world of solipsist
Where no circumstance
Proves he exists
And for your listening enjoyment:
For your existential reading list:
And then that poem led to another memory…eyes are the windows to the soul.
see within my soul
of their sparks of joy
while giving me your
from drowning books and toil
I’ve forgotten within my