Letters & Changing

 

Letters and changing,

Drinks and music,

Clouds and sunshine snow landscapes.

Bottles of wine, the smell of coffee, blue woodsmoke.

Wet and I am laughing.

Small rooms and fantastic shadows.

 

 

 

Letters and changing, drinks and music

Clouds and speckled sunlight

Snow landscapes

Bottles of wine, the smell of leather

Blue woodsmoke

Wet and I am laughing

Within darkness, books, to small rooms and fantastic shadows.

Reviews

[Cdnsurfer]

Ah, how to remember back to those magical, mystical times of yore. They say youth is wasted on the young, and there is a certain truth to that. But memories are precious, locked in sepia, branded to our souls, such things become to the alchemist in us all -- pure gold. When I think back at all the utter foolishness, I no longer frown and shake my head, but smile and laugh at the hubris. Loved it, Ken. Cheers! Rob

[Greg the Bard]

It is old age that makes an end to youth yet the mind stays young until death. I once entered my Grandmothers room after she had passed away. The impression was as if time had stopped. Sunlight through a foggy glass window. Family pictures on the wall and the bed made neat and clean. Her Bible resting on the bed. These fragments I have shored as well. Until I see her in hevan I will carry these memories with me.Great read. Thanks

[Pema Dorje]

... melded memories move and in nowness elastic without rejecting or choosing, I become, and memories melded are undone ...

[Emily B]

I can't shake the notion that these memories were shared with someone special. Maybe it's just my romantic nature.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Those would be high school memories? Nice mystery to it - can picture a fall day maybe in a library setting... studying - maybe not studying... maybe supposed to be studying... and the shadows part - well, I can just imagine...

[Donald Meikle]

it's the little things that count