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as I return to it, even
by Marina Dawn
Even as I return to it knowing
the memory tarried specifically
for comparison--
the present caress
brighter or darker and never the same.
Like an owl keeping the shrew
in its talons. I teach myself
to carry it, then to carry it back
as though attempting to find the value
of food and fire.
So deep into the landscape
desire has set. So deep
the heart disappears.
11/10/2005 Posted on 11/11/2005
Copyright © 2025 Marina Dawn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/11/05 at 12:59 AM All these memories we have archived, they bring us to miss past times. That value is simple, yet pain-staking. We have to keep digging to find out what matters to us, what has been constant in our lives. Great read. :) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/08/12 at 08:00 PM This is beautiful. It brought a tear to my eye b/c yes, it's gorgeous to file through our memories of past and see how much we've grown from them. |
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