Promises

 

`

 

 

Data storage now keeps forgotten memories;
images and words from jubilant revelries.

 

The clock is a blur of digits these days
and nothing is clear but tomorrow's maze.

 

So off we go to bury unwitnessed sunsets;
replacing our garden beds with plastic regrets.

 

 

 

`

Reviews

[deeps]

I like this alot, flowed very well.
Very well said.

[Charles]

Nice little rhymed poem that moves along quickly. I don't quite 'see' the title in the poem and wonder exactly how all the couplets are related (maybe these two observations go hand in hand). Best aspect of the poem is how easuly and naturally the rhyming sequence is.