reverie Posted September 29, 2002 Report Posted September 29, 2002 July 22, 2002 4:49AM An emerald girl of an irish isle… I met her watching memories The screen beamed on We talk anon, between scattered loads of laundry… A funny thing, to set one’s life, to meet one watching memories And drink the stars and charts the skies To see if and withal her future lies… While looking back… I smile and laugh And wonder somewhat wearily… If this keeps up… I may be left to dress In only well-worn memories revery the dreamlost "strike a light..." the dream continues... Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Guest SaberCoEP Posted October 4, 2002 Report Posted October 4, 2002 Hmm.. thought provoking.. Or perhaps, memory provoking.. Nice metaphor in the last stanza.. For the end is never seen, always heard and rarely understood.
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