Monday, June 26, 2006

Persistence Of Memory

I walked beside the lake one day at dawn,
red-yellow sparked the edges of my glance.
All thought of route and destination, gone
I stopped to watch the red-winged blackbirds dance.

These many years have come and passed since then,
and life and memory are moving on.
But vividly do I remember when
I walked beside the lake one day at dawn.

These many years have come and passed since then,
and seasons turned and turned, and Time advanced.
But vividly do I remember when
I stopped to watch the red-winged blackbirds dance.

My heart still echoes to the blackbirds' song,
A flash of color still holds me entranced.
I walked beside the lake one day at dawn,
and stopped to watch the red-winged blackbirds dance.

5 comments:

tumblewords said...

This form works beautifully with your words... I love the red-winged blackbirds dance.

Cricket's Hearth said...

A very nice twist taking time to stop and smell the roses - remembering when you did.

keith hillman said...

A truly lovely piece

Jeques said...

Beautiful, beautiful piece. I kind of poem that you want to read and re-read and get that certain joy that only poetry could give the heart and soul.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

Thinking aloud said...

hey very, very nice!!!