in vacant or in pensive mood..they flash upon my inward eye....
I was not just sharing poetry when I posted this on Facebook last year. I was sharing my mood.
Each Fall around November 1st...I get into this 'vacant and pensive mood' and walk down memory lane.
It's funny how a certain date floods you with memories of some framed pencilled sketches, a gray vest...a labor of love. Of someone who you thought the world of and who you thought thought the world of you. Strangers now in this over connected world. Strangers who could die and make no difference to the other.
And fill you with wonder. How transient the greatest moments of one's life can be.
I was not just sharing poetry when I posted this on Facebook last year. I was sharing my mood.
Each Fall around November 1st...I get into this 'vacant and pensive mood' and walk down memory lane.
It's funny how a certain date floods you with memories of some framed pencilled sketches, a gray vest...a labor of love. Of someone who you thought the world of and who you thought thought the world of you. Strangers now in this over connected world. Strangers who could die and make no difference to the other.
And fill you with wonder. How transient the greatest moments of one's life can be.
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