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Lost Memory

Lost memory

Who are you they ask,
silently,
with a choked voice,
I reply
‘tis I,
yeah, me...
you once knew
Loved.

They stare into my eyes and ask
all over again
who?
Loved?

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Free verse
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Well... I know you! It is good to have you back. I hope you had a great holliday. It is good to have you posting again.

always, Cat

I feel like your poem. Everytime I see my oldest sisster. She seems to "forget" just exactly who I am. I can tell by the way she disrespects me and loses her manners around me.

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When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

As long as I have friends
on Neopoetlike you,
life will go on as before
my respects will be embalmed,
in a glass case called
everlasting umbreakable memory,
and you know it.
Thanks

loved

author comment

who could forget you?
not me anyway

a very emotive write for the size it is - well done
i like it
hugs
judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

LOVE is just a four letter word
we all say it
but few mean it
thanks friend
long time no see.
glad u do remember me

GLAD U DO REMEMBER ME THANKS
SAME HERE JUDY

loved

author comment

Who could forget loved? And if you did he will be sure to let you know if so.

If not for love
then what for
Tis' only that four
letter word
that means
Love..

Smiles at you

Where have you been hiding out now?

Happy writing

Mona
xoxo

I am right in front of your eyes
but the veil of recognition
unveils me
and
so you can't see
that Loved resides
within thee....

Only great people
are humble like you
and I,
that's why along the sea beaches
we roll and the surfs pass by ...

But then some one looks back
and says
Wasn't he
HE?
Yeah that's
All about life aint it.

loved

author comment

[grins]

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

Humble me.
someday perhaps

we will become good friends
once we know each other,
as poets only
see u around

Today after years
a Swedish Nordic poet
was awarded the
NOBEL

Someday when in the bushels of time ,
we surface,
more simpler than naive
perhaps our faces shall reveal ,
the purpose of mankind
....hopefully......................

loved

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