Locked Doors.

My daughter sent me a photo of a very old door with forget me nots around it, and this arrived in my head. 

Time slips away behind

the doors we lock,

dissolves into the past

as we look the other way:

yet as we ourselves shall fall

time will not forget us.

© sweetwater 2023
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Not if your poetry has anything to do with it!
As I said many times, you write more from your ‘old self’ (another life) than in today’s world.

A time when we were more humble, more deeply connected to what matters. More philosophical.

Congrats on the nib.
Alison x

I might even venture to say that your poetry could be put in a book with a good title to allude to the fact that often times gifts live on… from one lifetime to another.

Worth a thought. 😉

Last edited 2 years ago by stormwolf

Yes, that is about the time I feel. People can call us nuts but I truly believe what I am shown and saw from early on. You are channeling an earlier version of who you are now. I can actually see you in my inner vision haha. Better leave it at that. In those days, you carried a sort of note pad or the equivalent with your long skirts. It was a blessed escape for you. Never ignore the imagination! We are told from childhood it is just a folly but those in the know..know otherwise. I think it would… Read more »

Last edited 2 years ago by stormwolf

Very philosophical, congratulations on the nib.

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