CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
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.
arekhill1 11:44 am on February 10, 2015 Permalink |
Nicely said, Sr. Muse.
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mistermuse 4:34 pm on February 10, 2015 Permalink |
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.
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Michaeline Montezinos 7:42 pm on February 10, 2015 Permalink |
I liked this poem just as it is written, mistermuse. It is nicely perfect!
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mistermuse 10:13 pm on February 10, 2015 Permalink |
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!
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Don Frankel 9:38 am on February 11, 2015 Permalink |
Bleep happens. Then we try to make sense of it. Nice one Muse.
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mistermuse 11:29 am on February 11, 2015 Permalink |
So I moved on to the next post, made funny, and got screwed anyway. Bleep!
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