. . . . . . . did you know that i sit next to you now in the tiniest house of time?


when the shadows
pass by
the cracks
of life
…the ones that tell the stories you forget…

can i be your wings?

© r.e.l. 4/21/12

image by  s i m s h a

Posted for Poetry Picnic 4/22-4/29/12 on Gooseberry Garden

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10 responses

  1. i wish i had wings

    four eager senryu

    April 22, 2012 at 9:12 am

    • you do… ;)

      April 22, 2012 at 9:39 am

  2. thank you @shadowspoetry for featuring me in your Shadows Poetry Daily newsletter http://paper.li/shadowspoetry/poetry….

    April 22, 2012 at 9:37 am

  3. Yes, be my wings, to tell me the things I have forgotten :) Gorgeous question

    April 26, 2012 at 12:30 pm

    • thanks ;)

      April 26, 2012 at 12:31 pm

  4. Yes, be my wings to remind me the things I have forgotten. Gorgeous question

    April 26, 2012 at 12:32 pm

  5. Being someone’s wings and to be able to help them remember is not only a privilege, but a wonderful honor. I loved this; wonderful. Be blessed.



    April 27, 2012 at 2:37 pm

    • yes, a wonderful honor.. thanks for your thoughtfulness….

      April 27, 2012 at 5:16 pm

  6. Hello.
    I agree with elizena. Being someone’s memory can be a blessing in disguise. Love how you express this. Thanks for sharing.

    The Violet Maiden

    April 29, 2012 at 5:24 pm

  7. thanks, Layered Up, for the feature :) http://www.redbubble.com/groups/layered-up/forums/9057/topics/275114-features-for-april-23rd-2012

    April 30, 2012 at 7:41 am

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