Promise

By Scorpio88
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The words aren’t the rivers they once were,
the babbling brooks that carried me,
through adolescence and through youth,
to adulthood and all that I have seen.
This morning yet another word was gone,
which means I’ll search the lexicon,
I’ll find it once again I’m sure,
but maybe not in time.
Please God, don’t let me lose my petals now,
don’t make me clutch and grab
in vain for things I once commanded,
and in return I promise I will not,
go raging into the night.
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Love the metaphors. Love the
Love the metaphors. Love the words as water and petals. So good.
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Wisfully and longingly
Wisfully and longingly expressed, we can empathise. In the end whether we do have to face memory loss or physical weakness, we'll have to pray grace for such time, and a hope for the future even better life by grace. Rhiannon
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Excellent metaphors
Excellent metaphors expressing the anxiety that some feel in not being able to immediately remember a particular word when writing poetry and the fear of it becoming a permanent impairment.
I like the Dylan Thomas touch of the last line.
Best, Luigi
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I agree with Luigi,
I agree with Luigi,
there's an artistic skill in creating the right words, when that thread of thought suddenly isn't there it can be devistating. You certainly haven't lost your skills and like the others have said, I think the metaphors work perfectly.
Jenny.
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