forgotten poetry on the back of a Rolling Stones album rarely listened to anymore beneath a light in a bedroom and an airplane model sitting dusty on a shelf paint scattered on a table nearby by a child helter-skelter years ago its oily fragrance long since departed with the haunting echoes of Time Is on My Side others’ words discovered haphazardly on yellowing sheets of foolscap wishes of friends deeply missed now gone their own way their poetry returns the ink to pages of desire lighting the darkness that shines from inside © 1973 Inputted and revised © 2017 980 hits as of December 2023 06/22/2017
06/22/2017
I love the poem, Chris. The melancholy feeling of it which is achingly sad to reminisce.
...a still life of memories painted hauntingly on this page...