we are remembering
we are remembering
and forgetting and
remembering all
the time, with
two beams churning
the night air, memories
stacked like stars
.
Yi Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits
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4 comments:
With all the millions who remember those memories really are "stacked like stars" Very nice poem. I wrote one too that was about my memory of the day after. I titled it "Quieted" if you would like to read it?
We shall never forget.
I'm here by way of Friko as your comments are so moving.
HOWEVER, I am seriously envious of your movie collection. I had thought
mine was large at around 2,500 and wondered at my OCD nature that would collect and cling to so many.
Now I am relieved. There is one worse than I out there, I will point at you, good sir, when people question my pillars.
XO
WWW
thank you, Kristen! i'd love to read your Quieted.
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