Broken Is My Tryst With Words Comments

Gave this 5 stars---I am constantly feeling startled by something that I wrote a while back--- a while can be a day---and think WoW or Ick... loved how you expressed yourself in this poem

Memory fades. It can be for the better or worse for us and those around us. A few years ago i started to put a container of milk into a cupboard for dishes. But, is THAT due to memory? Or was i just goofy? ? ? I think the meaning of last 4 lines escapes me. silvery beams? : ) bri

'And wonder, did I write this! ! ' I've had this happen to me.

So true and insightful! But remember my dear poet, when one door closes two more swing open.

The richness of the day And serenity of the night Imprisoned in the static silence Of a strange world.It's true in the case of people like us