Saturday, April 9, 2016

Memories Of The Seasons Comments

Rating: 4.8

On a Florida summer afternoon,
I try to bring inside the heat
of soupy air I work through tired lungs.
My air is a studied breath,
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Barry Middleton
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Dimitrios Galanis 09 April 2016

tired knots of memory//I am alive on borrowed time///while I fight for air to fuel a few more memories of the seasons///= great verses, Barry.

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Barry Middleton 09 April 2016

Written about ten years ago. So I've managed to borrow a lot of time it seems.

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Norah Tunney 09 April 2016

love this poem Barry and the images it brings to mind I too feel that sense of borrowed time

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Barry Middleton 09 April 2016

Thank you Norah. I have been ill for a long time but it will eventually come to an end. In the meantime I write as I always have.

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Norah Tunney 09 April 2016

I gathered that from the poem Barry If the truth be seen we are all on borrowed time. I had a lung removed last year so your image of fighting for air really appealed to me I feel more and more the preciousness of each moment I hope you continue to write Barry I love your poetry

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Akhil Raveendran 09 April 2016

good work, memories will remain still until you concede some one else..

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