Memories by Onic


I hear the wind outside my window
Without a forest to wave it through
Without the mountains to guide its way
Without the clouds to give it snow

I hear the wind outside the door
Without the aching winter chill
Without the power of northern gale
Without the moonlight on the floor

I hear the wind and hear the past
Without a way to bring it back
For nothing is ever meant to last
Nothing is ever meant to last



9 February 2013 at 08:57:07 MST

Another poem before bed. Something about that time allows my thoughts to move unhindered.

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    I really like this poem. I've always liked dark and emotional poems, especially ones similar to this that draw subtle comparisons between nature, our surroundings, and our experiences and emotions.

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      I most often write poetry when other methods of perusing my emotions fail me. My poems are deeply personal and reflect facets of my life that I can't specifically talk to people about without first building a foundation of trust.

      Since you like this, I would guess we have more in common than Ithought.

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        I too have written several poems in the past that I believe reflect a lot my deeper emotions that I don't usually discuss, so it would appear we definitely have that in common. :)

        I'll have to see if I can dig up any of those old poems. I don't think I've ever posted any of my poetry, other than one very silly poem written at 3am.

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          I'll be very interested to read them. I wonder how my own meditations differ from others in subject and style.