winnowed of wind
we shed our chaff
over long seas to carry
our selves to elsewhen
even midnights fade
when woven of windsong
where our souls
do dare go at wilds
take a souvenir if
that you must to recall
but, as such, memories
are nothing at all
memories and souvenirs
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12 responses to “memories and souvenirs”
I mean, wow. Leaving your soul as a souvenir, if someone would only treasure it like the crystal in your photo.
With my luck, they’d probably bulldoze it. 🤣
Excellent piece. Lovely lyrical quality with a great sense of melancholy.
Thanks, Chris. I’m a chronic melancholic, I suppose. 🙂
🙂
Excellent. Love the musings on memory. And letting go. And possibly returning to the wild.
I sometimes feel like I could catch a stretch of wind and drift off to somewhere less concrete-y.
NIce. See you in the less concrete-y.
Have a nice flight!
😊
Nice
Thank you, Amelia 🙏