petefromoz Posted May 5, 2006 Report Share Posted May 5, 2006 My muse has returned after a lengthy absence, and so, after a fashion, have I. These arrived in my head today without warning, and wanted to be said, so here they are. Unnamed by Pete In dread of night, the words don't come. Unvoiced, unspoken thoughts and fears. Wordless terror without a name; formless, primal, unspeakable. In the pale dawn the words return; alas, too late - the moment's gone. ----- Tomorrow by Pete We are what we remember; the sum of what has come to pass. Our past defines our present, and indicates what we'll become. What then of hopes and wishes, of fervent dreams and fancied plans? Imagination frees us from the shackles of ourselves. Link to comment
Guest rusticmonk86 Posted May 6, 2006 Report Share Posted May 6, 2006 both are very nice. i like the sparse phrases. Link to comment
blue Posted May 7, 2006 Report Share Posted May 7, 2006 Wow, those are excellent. I'm nominating them. Link to comment
petefromoz Posted May 7, 2006 Author Report Share Posted May 7, 2006 Thank you both for the very kind words. I'm glad you liked them. Link to comment
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