I'm happy to be able to share with you another Jigsaw Poem.
Pershing by Jane Doe from Jane's Writing
Time is precious
Silent memories
Of wasted years
Days gone by.
Peace never found
A life never lived
Memories bent and fractured
What is real, what is fantasy?
Volatile emotions
Remembrances of past deeds
Flutter by,
Confusion abounds,
Can not clarify
The truth from lies,
Reversal of time
Is impossible
Withering soul
Dying inside,
Dry and brittle,
Like the leaves of fall.
4 comments:
There's a real sense of being overwhelmed by the past, by time, here. You do a good job of tying the prompt words together.
Lovely job. The voice used in this comes through as a wise soul to me.
Great job! And why is it we can never let go of the past.
beautiful...loved the last line
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