memories

Proverbs 10:7 The memory of the righteous is a blessing,
but the reputation of the wicked will rot.
 Memories

 

Memories what are they ... illusions blowing in the wind?

Maybe sadness fogged by glory ... in dreams already spent.

 

Are dreams fulfilled realities ... or just pearls on a string

to hang around a neck somewhere clasp by what could have been?

 

When the past comes and visits ... is nothingness a rule of thumb

for today gets covered up by the things ... that make you numb?

 

Are memories just made as flesh’s temporal “dictates” time?

In spirit there is no time for sure ... and that to me is fine.

 

Maybe in the span of things as flesh iterates

the spirit will be free indeed ... as darkness infuriates.

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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