Fading MemoryA Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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his gnarly fingers veil his face skin thin and crusty at spots: splotched parchment of years in the sun water cascades from his forehead to his chin then meets gravity; raindrops through his soil-grimed singlet, jeans and boots, hours of toil simmer away in rivulets of forgetfulness. ` Photo by: Eric Kaufman ' © 2011 Red Brick KeshnerAuthor's Note
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Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 18, 2011 AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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