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Silent screams take root and flower
cloaking the garden of our mind with nightmares.
Memories pulsate next to a waterfall of tears
as we listen for the goodbyes that never came.
Today like yesterday and every other
we recall your smiles your words softly spoken
and your presence reassuring.
Time erodes the past but refreshes the memory
each likened to a page from the book of life.
Mothers, fathers, uncles, brothers
sisters, aunts, strangers and others
remembered with love respect and dignity.
And when the fanfares quieten
and the footsteps grow still
We will remember collectively
Another day
Another time
When the world stopped to cry

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with respect
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well done

cheers,
Jess
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Great poem, read it a few times and each time it got better. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

"Silent screams take root and flower
cloaking the garden of our mind with nightmares."

I loved these two lines best, I would have liked the poem to deal with just these thoughts as the picture they produce in my mind is so exciting; something a la Mervyn Peake in Gormanghast. A kind of surrealism, I cant seem to get past this bit today mike. Love Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

I really enjoyed this poem.. I like that you added respect for family, not just love. Today that is so hard to find. People don't talk about respect any more. I guess that is why it is so poetic.

lovely

This is a wonderful poem its been well crafted,
So glad I stopped in and of course my favourite lines

Time erodes the past but refreshes the memory
each likened to a page from the book of life.
Mothers, fathers, uncles, brothers
sisters, aunts, strangers and others
remembered with love respect and dignity.
And when the fanfares quieten
and the footsteps grow still
We will remember collectively
Another day
Another time
When the world stopped to cry

really enjoyed the read kudos

Kind regards Jayne-Chloe (JC)

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

its good to have feedback at whatever level. Many thanks for taking the time
Mike

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