I think your hands forgotten the feel of me
Staring out into the starless night
The moon hides
Echoes of faint memory
Words said and movements crashes like the tide
All washed away in the dark froth of the ocean foam
What else have you forgotten?
Should I have been a memory?
Powerfully penned, Fia. This is a great musing, always dig the musings my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. 😊
Chocolate wine strokes again. My friend
Those hands should go to jail!!
Cuffs please. Thank you, M.E😊
I think we all hope to be remembered by those we interact with. Maybe keep a part of us alive. Great ink
Yes we do. Thank you, Nick😊
Great! Last line brings it home. Nice work Fia..xo
Thank you, Keith 😊
So poetic Fia. a very suggestive diction wrapped around a sensitive heart.
Stay happy and active.
Thank you, Hamid. I appreciate you saying that;))
You are welcome , Fia..
Hamid best regards..
Forgotten memories that echo, washed away in the dark froth, staring. Fia, this poem is almost like what I write hahahaha. It short, the imagery, delivers a quick punch 👊 👏 the way poetry should be! Bravo!
Maybe you are rubbing off on me Daniel. Haha. It was late and I was sitting in a dimly lit room, with wine and this came to me. Thank you;))