Time eroded memories

Built in drifts forming dunes

Memory's blowing sands

Piled eternity's echoed tunes

Dust of time flows through my hands

Drifting, shifting, billowing ground

Wind molded clouds of earth

As a mirage a father is found

Grains of the past mother of birth

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

I love this poem. Very picturesque, indepth meanings, psychological and very creative expressions. Enjoyed well

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your attention and most generous words of encouragement they are deeply appreciated.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[carl]

another fine write - I can relate to my father as a mirage - my memory of him often bends, distorts, and buckles - Keep it up , your doing some good work -carl

[Soren]

Thank you Carl for the read and most kind words. I appreciate your words of support.

[Marie]

Another allegorical gem from your golden poetic pen in this wondrous write, dear poet.
Stunning depiction and various figures of speech make the poem a joy to read. Perfect rhythm and rhyme too! Enjoyed reading, thank you for sharing, dear poet...

[Soren]

Marie your comments always humble me. Your kind words serve as motivators and are deeply appreciated. Thank yoiu so much