Gathering memories into many bouquets, presenting them to interior screens of remembrance.
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Standing back, watching music flare and firework into the skyway of my mind.
Crunching morsels of images, flavorful to my mind as I create unmanufactured pleasantries in deserts of imagination.Keeping pace with melodic rhythms, dancing to tunes of eternal grace.
Patterns of light shadowing walkways, leading
No longer dedicated to taking back seats, instead,moving forward and speaking from shadows of innersorrow and remorse.Life fans across many aspects and forms, beginningand ending in the arms of love.Preparing ways, gently prodding sorrows of death outinto the open.
Looking at lightened areas shone upon by artificial light.
Pausing to rest for moments upon chairs seated across the room, waiting to be used as seats for any number of patients coming in to be seen by the doctor.
Dreaming of lifetimes spent on yesterday’s shores, triggering moments of intense tradition on carefree afternoons under grape arbors, eating, talking, loving one another.
Evenings under the stars, sitting in rocking chairs, eating pistachios on back and side porches.Listening to echoes of Italian accents calling children to come in as darkness fell upon us.Reverberations of Italian voices still are heard within my mind, creating past moments of joy even now.
Walls closing me in, keeping me safely hidden from view.
deep in contemplation, staying far from everyone.Writing to show others how their behaviors, attitudes, abuse,cruelty can affect another human being without them even knowing.There’s no one on earth I talk to about the hurt, abuse, crueltyI’ve had to endure from someone I thought was a friend.A poetical journey is laid open before everyone in poetry,…