Contributor: JD DeHart
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The still lull of another
day passing into rainy night,
a meditation for wisdom
to arrive late.
Instead, flashbulb reminisces
of what memories have been
stored up in the cranium’s
strange amber.
An old face with curiosity,
a chase across a seaside parking
lot, no doubt leftovers from quirks
and tidbits caught in the wires.
All of the day’s television,
conversation, furtive visits, redisplayed
until waking and collecting again.
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My book of poems, A Five-Year Journey, has recently been published by Dreaming Big Publications.
Great title. Much to ponder here.
ReplyDeleteThese are the lines that resonated most,
"a meditation for wisdom
to arrive late."