fdelano Posted March 16, 2015 Posted March 16, 2015 I walk my chosen road, now only in my mind, but remembering every hill and dale and turn along the wonderful way. Companions, now gone, fill my mind with thoughts of art and shared literary meanings. They return and make me relive times of mental joy. Even tired footsteps relived, bring joy of uniqueness. The closeness of our understanding opens new venues in my mind, renewing the best of living. No times will ever return, except in memory, but they are as real as when we struggled along the way with walking sticks. Quote
fdelano Posted March 16, 2015 Author Posted March 16, 2015 Please forgive my absence. I shall try to do better. Quote
Benjamin Posted March 16, 2015 Posted March 16, 2015 It's good to hear from you again my friend: The longer we live, it seems the more physically alone that we are prone to become; (with so many kinds of walking sticks along the way :-) but an active mind is a wonderful counter reflected in your uplifting lines....I particularly liked: "Even tired footsteps relived,/ bring joy of uniqueness." Best wishes, Geoff. Quote
dr_con Posted March 16, 2015 Posted March 16, 2015 Yes indeed, was just turning a memory over in my head, and realized its 'real' ness. Indeed we walk the 'Way.' ;-) Juris Quote thegateless.org
dcmarti1 Posted March 16, 2015 Posted March 16, 2015 Geoff stole my thunder. I was going to quote that exact same line: Even tired footsteps relived..... History isn't just facts. It's also the way we incorporate it into out present. My DC past is more "real" than this "unreal" Texas present. Your poem was posted quite timely. :) Quote
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