Walking through colours, shades of decay.

A nick in time
leaves a mark
on a moment,
the stitch undone
from the knot,
a memory opens
in remembrance
through grounds trampled
underfoot while
the scents of flowers
smell where they lay,
the visits disappear
with the decay.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and true words shared Andrew. In time, we are forgotten. Decayed memory leave us waiting for no-one. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John I owe you plenty!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so many once beautiful sights are gone....neglected over years....luster lost...just sad remains.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

And its getting worse Jacob. Thank you for your words.