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Child playing in a sandbox

Child playing in a sandbox

A Poem by Beccy

so little time.


Knowledge, like the universe, gradually unfurls,
revealing new stars, constellations more
exquisite than a Rodin curve.

Soon though, there will be no secrets, 
only the memory of discovery. 

It's like the first delicate stripping 
of lace from a slender limb;
followed then by the smell of absence,
like dust falling through the air,
a temporary drifting; knowing
that all dreams rust with age
as they lie asleep in the 
promise of being.

© 2017 Beccy

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This is incredibly moving to read. A perfect poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago

this is fantastic...and especially the idea that there will no longer be secrets to discover...only the memory of the ones we already have discovered.

and that is absence.


Posted 1 Year Ago

m'lady...i like this one best of all...the things we love draw out the best in us

Posted 1 Year Ago

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13 Reviews
Added on January 12, 2017
Last Updated on January 12, 2017



Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

I'm forty one, single and have a lovely eleven year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..


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