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Correne
by Richard VinceLong after I forget her face and
Her voice and the pearls of
Teenage wisdom she was always
Ready to impart, I will still remember
How to spell her name.
Hidden away in a steep sided valley,
It was a wonder I found her
At all. I wonder if she was cursed
To live in a small town forever, or
Whether she found a way to climb
To the uplands and see further.
Our lives overlapped all too briefly,
And yet somehow I remember her,
Years on. My memory is both
A blessing and a curse.
She will be free of me, though, and
Hopefully free of the cage that was
Her home back then. It is as though
I never existed.
01/30/2013 Posted on 03/03/2013
Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/03/13 at 05:33 PM Your write is spot on Richard! I have a few names and mental images that crawl into my minds tyt from time to time. I suspect that many of us over a few years of age also do. Nice write. |
| Posted by Angela Stevens on 03/08/13 at 08:46 PM This reminds me of my pen friend called Helen. I didn't want her change but maybe 'adapt me' in to her life. Strong feelings for a strong poem. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/13/13 at 08:14 PM Excellent write and read, nostaligic and sweet with just the right sense of longing and letting go. smh |
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