remember the memories
walking the seashore hand in hand
we clung to happy as skin does to sand
there was always a hitch
in your moonlit gaze
a clause I thought a passing phase
there’s no glue that can hold this together
the excuses you make
your vow second grade
live with your choice
the one you have selected
because my heart’s already been rejected
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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A bit of sadness to these lines…a good read.
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thanks as always my friend
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Ouch! That one burns with memories too vivid to recall.
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some tears do sting
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Yes they do.
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__Moonie, a heartful verse, with a hint of recovery; perhaps if we allow our inner feelings to be the >first followed< our sorrows might become less intense. _m
my sense
to take the first step away
a deeper breath
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always a fine note of beautiful truth Magyar
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I love “we clung to happy as skin does to sand”–WOWZA
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Thanks – that visual popped 🙂
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Truly!
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That hitch in the gaze that we try not to see………I resonate with this poem…….
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Oh! Heartfelt lines here… “we clung to happy as skin does to sand”- this is superbly done…
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Poignant but beautiful ❤
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Simply beautiful.
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