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The Old Flame Never Dies
by Clara Mae GregoryGazing into our fizzured faces,
I map the crooked lines
that fill in all the wrinkled spaces
where laughter crinkled into aging signs.
But your luscious lips remain the same.
You still have that gleem in your eye.
And, despite all the many years we blame,
Your embracing stares still make me sigh.
07/02/2009 Author's Note: ....spawned from an overactive imagination with semi fictional roots
Posted on 07/02/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 07/02/09 at 10:07 PM So true "The Old Flame Never Dies" and sometimes it rears up and blazes brightly again and again. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 07/09/09 at 02:00 AM I love it when we find words of inspiration and blame it on a fiction. Very real and very well said. --bf |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/24/09 at 05:12 AM Hey, my kind of imagination - overactive ones are the best. I love the expression of a life force in aging and in relationship. Gleems imagined are better than no gleem at all. :-) |
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