Forgotten
long forgotten, the memories
fade as fog
dissipates in the morning
hours of warming when
the
sun kisses the earth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
her outline, left undefined,
is the wisp of wind blown in
on an unknown breeze...
about which there is no
previous
knowledge of her origins or
her
destinations.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
whether blessing, whether
curse...
only the returns will reveal
what wages lie in store for
the capability
of forgetting what one never
intended to remember or
what one intended but
was
not capable.
Dan Tharp is the author of
four books of poetry, 3 of which are in chapbook form... Side by
Side, Yielding Desire to Fate, A Season Made for Wondering and A Rose in
the Briar Patch. Dan resides in Southern California.
Dear Dan,
ReplyDeleteI have enjoyed the easy flow of your lines.
Well done.
Michael
Thank you, Michael
DeleteA delightful read. Fluent and elegant.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gopal
DeleteYou create some very good images and I like the line 'what wages lie... very much - well done
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annie.
DeleteDan,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem, "Forgotten." It is well-written with good imagery. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Hi Dan, very capable poem, defining life.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing
Yancy