I made a promise to myself last night that I would desist from writing poetry unless specifically for Chel’s terrible writing contest.
But The Bag Lady pointed me in the direction of The tuesday writing prompt which only allows 10 – 15 minutes on something beginning with the words …. detached memory. WTF??? Any sentence starting with the words ‘detached memory’ is destined to sound like a quotation from a psychoanalyst’s handbook. But with poetry you can say just about anything and hope that somebody else ascribes meaning to it.
So I weakened.
And I have been going on about memories lately. If not detached, then certainly distant.
But it’s not really poetry either. I’d like to stress that.
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Detached memory
A fading love
A drifting cloud above
You reach but cannot touch
With each passing moment
Losing so much
Of what was when
Now and again
A teasing hint
A footprint
In the snow
Barely seen
Can only show
Where you have been
Not where you are
A meteor
A distant star
Yours no more
This tune will fade
Will be remade
And then replayed
Rematched
Reattached
Only to restart
In another heart.
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Richmond Road 
The good thing about poetry. It means different things to individual people.
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Exactly. So you put yourself into some sort of trance (drugs and/or alcohol can help) and then blurt out some random stream of consciousness – it’s best to be in a slightly emotional state (once again, drugs and alcohol can be handy) write the whole thing down, put in some line breaks, some random punctuation …. hey presto! You’re a poet!
Sit back and let others tell you just what the hell you were talking about.
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LOVE this reply … especially that last line … ’cause that’s pretty much exactly how it is. 😁
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I’m glad you did😉
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😏
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The only “poetry” I’ve ever understood is rhyming limericks and Haiku. With everything else, I jsut read it and see if I like it🤷🏼♀️
I like these words thrown at the page. The ones that stuck work well!!😂
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I love this! (Call it what you will, or don’t call it at all.)
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That is indeed very kind of you
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🌚
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