My 2nd blank verse
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.–Jeremy Irons (b. 1948)
... regret and failure, hopelessness against bulwark stubborn the generation's this; responding before breathe and pause; pain and anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall I; do and did others as, provoke or yell, attack, accuse won't I; out get they can never but thoughts my rule they perhaps; pummel they though them contain I; me with here end disappointment and trauma The
13 thoughts on “Memories, or: Dreams”
A very different type of verse. You are a charming poet, David. That’s why the poetry is so sweet. 🙂
💘 Terveen 💘 – you’re sweet too!
Woooooow David! This is fantastic!
Loved both the quote and the poem!
🥰 Thanks, Harshi 🥰
This ipoem s an interesting style I will have to try. Thank you for sharing this conflict between generations.
🖤🤍 Molly 🤍🖤
May our recipes contain ample helpings of both. (K)
Beautifully said, Kerfe ❤
Great poem! I couldn’t agree more when I read this, may the present generation harbor good memories to cherish! 😉 The quote was great too!
❤ Veera ❤ – thanks!
Beautiful David! ❤ May our dreams be (also) sweet memories.
If not ours, then at least our children’s.