Unfinished
Red shadow
On the moon
An unexpected
Surprise
Of color
Somehow
I know
We existed
Before
And small details
Make me
Remember:
Oaks
In October
The musty
Scent
Of wine
The way
You close
Your hand in mine
Don’t fight it—
We’re more ancient
Than rock
We were here
Before and now
We’re back
Not ghosts
But flesh
We’ve found
Ourselves
Again
Maybe Love
Always returns
Or we have
Unfinished business
Lingering
From back then
good poem and writing.i like your post and upvoted dr friend.
thank you, @suchi
Very vrey informative poem ,very good thanks @johnjgeddes
Timeless!
Excellent.
thank you
I love this poem. It reaches back through time and space, and yet also remains in the present. Beautifully done.
than you, @jayna - such a gracious comment!
This post has received a 10.67 % upvote from @booster thanks to: @johnjgeddes.
I love the time shifts in this- a reminder that love exists in all times. beautiful!
exactly! Thank you, @sunravelme
Nice Poem, John. A little reincarnation magic? Well done.
Upvoted with pleasure.
~Joe
@joe.nobel
thanks joe
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thank you, @smileplease
Lots of unfinished business in my life...
Some may never get finished.
Thanks for all the poetry.
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thanks, creatr - appreciate your support, my friend :)