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Harbouring Remains

This smell, this light. Today brings her to
then. The free, green, idle, innocent hedges
Bridging in the ever- narrowing, brown-grey road
To her home.

In the orange richness of the day she sees
all that was once good : hearts sink under what is now all wrong.

She breathes ,
Desperately trying to encapsulate
All that is right with this absorption of life
and sight
and momentary flash back.

Living it as if it were real.

Then the driving away the scenes getting less familiar
or less ingrained in memory,
Less rooted in being.
The pain slips out to let in the familiar, current state of
Harbouring remains.

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The following comments are for "Harbouring Remains"
by kssterling

Primary scents
How often does a setting; a mix of scent, sight, and sound, take the witness back to a time of euphoria. Yet, the clock doesn't stop, as the writer implies, and the moment is lost but resides in the mind. With the trepidation of rediscovery without context.

( Posted by: razoumikhin [Member] On: July 27, 2004 )

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