A Small Ink of Talk

past memories arise

A Small Ink of Talk

Come,

Come with me,

We will walk with our faces

and find a tear,

A tear on the edge of my soul.

LBJ, MLK, Vietnam, torn memories,

just a small ink of talk to find my self near.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Lydia!

Perhaps the tragedy has made me a better soul?

regards,
al

[Lydia Shutter]

The memories....the smiling faces of our youth that never returned...the nightly news telling us how many were killed. Yes, those memories are with us forever. They etch a road of tears into our souls. It is said tears cleanse the soul, but how many must we shed? Powerful poem, Al. Lydi**

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Sami!

If there such a thing as foundational poetry Vietnam seems to be my base.

regards,
al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

I was heading to yoga with the conversation of the past on the radio. I wanted to pour rain but I held back knowing I was to close to my destination.

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i still shed tears for those lost souls...they will always be in our hearts...those torn memories cannot be glued back together...but the memories are strong, super glued to our minds.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Very personal and touching. Down the events of one's life in relation to historic events that impact. Wonderful is your pen...:)...............