Loss of Memory

Loss of Memory …

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As it was, and as it is,
no twain shall meet in favor,
and as love pervades life like glorious sunlight,
change defeated all that was,
and worlds come to halt, gears rusted,
and stagnant thoughts release like balloons to the wind,
end those feelings so invested.

And loves cries from distance,
flown its lonely flight bereft,
while hearts move on as if none happened,
like a fleeting dream that never can to be,
yet I knew it so, felt its gravitas profoundly,
and you drag it through unimportance,
as my heart saddens to insignificance.

How can love become a switch,
turn so precisely gone, after two score years of being,
and memories cast to the rear of recognition,
a shadow unwilling to find light,
and although I know now, I’ve been saved,
I still cannot abide by love so disappeared,
so careless dismissed.

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Loss of Memory

  • May 10, 2016 at 4:54 AM
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    “And worlds comes to halt, gears rusted.” tis a sad life when it offers us up loss of memories, for without them, we perish and like dust in the wind, our wholeness falters, stagnates, mask of madness ensues. When ones heart is affected, love lost, stagnant life becomes. Feelings no more, we feel useless without love in our lives. Being saved, a future to look forward to beyond this plane? Love is cursed as we age, especially if memory alludes us, we whimper in the shadows, the corners we cling to, the iron mask our face. Oh let my memories stay with me till the end, for without them, I have nothing else. Tony my poet, you are a true master of verse, feelings, insight, deep feelings and more. Bravo, I applaud you sir.

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  • May 10, 2016 at 5:03 AM
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    Too kind Vincent, glad you related to this plight of age and more. Always appreciate your kind reviews. Cheers!

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  • May 10, 2016 at 12:54 PM
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    So poignantly expressed, Tony. I have found it so hard to grasp how love can just one day blow out the window, like a tempest ripped it out of the life where once two were one. I could never just come to grips with it. Boy! you sure hit it spot on. Your skills in expressing are so brilliant.

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  • May 11, 2016 at 12:39 AM
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    Thanks Phyllis, yes I don’t get it either. My wife decided after 23 years she needed to find herself and just left. In jest I now say, if you find her tell her she owes me $5. Lol Glad you related. Take care

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