Memories In Stone Can memories turn to stone? Can the breath Of life leave enduring traces, skeletons In time, long past the memory of living Men? Pulsating, vibrant mind, captured in More than flesh and blood of flowering brain. © David R. Durham
Category Archives: Poetry
Dancing Through Each Day
Dancing Through Each Day It hit me one Autumn morning; As I shuddered to a halt. All future plans went up in smoke; And my past became just vague memories. My mental Juggernaut ran out of gas; Is this what death feels like I wondered. For those whose time is up; A terminal condition diagnosedContinue reading “Dancing Through Each Day”
Tribal Roots
Tribal Roots Tickle the time when your dreams can come true, Leave behind old scores unsettled, magnify Your hopes and twist the reality we call fate. Lie merchants breath life into old bones dangling, In the soft comfortable chair paused in time, Channel after channel of dreamers delight. Seldom have we marched to one drumContinue reading “Tribal Roots”