You can see them
In once-upon-a-time spaces.

You can hear them
Regretting choices.

You can see them
In well-worn faces.

You can hear them
Remembering rejoices.

You can see them
In leftover traces.

You can hear them
Reflecting where time’s voice is.

Circumstances alter places.
Circumstances alter voices.


  1. arekhill1 says:

    Nicely said, Sr. Muse.


  2. mistermuse says:

    Thanks, Ricardo.This is one of those poems I spent more time on than I should, never did get it as right as I wanted, and finally said to hell with it and clicked PUBLISH. Under the circumstances, I’ll take your comment as evidence I didn’t completely waste my time.


  3. mistermuse says:

    Thanks for your testimony, Michaeline, but I think I’ll get back to funny business next time, as this poem gave me a “serious” case of the doubts!


  4. Don Frankel says:

    Bleep happens. Then we try to make sense of it. Nice one Muse.


  5. mistermuse says:

    So I moved on to the next post, made funny, and got screwed anyway. Bleep!


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