She offers up to my senses,
A cornucopia of memories,
Creased lines on the old city’s face
I have helped etch.
Her streets echo yet,
With faded laughter,
I trace my fingers
Across the lines
On my old lovers brow,
Each a walk taken,
Enveloped in her benign arms.
Has it been another life already,
My ageless wonder…
Makes me think of someone very special to me.
Robert Samuelson, it is only when our words evoke emotion in the reader, that the effort seems worth it. Thank you.
Thank you for your comment, Robert.
Great poem Jay. Thank you.
Thank you for your comment, Mark.
Mark Kodama, thank you.
Great poem Jay…. we can translate words into many meanings, but being able to understand what is written, and connect with what is written… makes writing the pleasure it is…
Thank you for your comment, John.
Thank you, John. I’m honoured.