Years Later


My fingers reach deep,

deep into earth’s womb,

curling round hot soil

where her pungent roots seek ground

and shelter for her rich bones

asking to be buried

In latent memories,

and warm tears,

like soft rain

to carry her home.


Karen K L Espaniola         July 13, 2014



Dear Memories,


Dear Memories,

Why don’t you stay a while

And engrave those last moments

Of fleeting folds of summer sun

Fading/piercing darts warm

Dancing amber grass

In blue sky

In laughter/in liquid heart


Just let me look back

To those endless fathoms/swelling/aching

Breathing in days etched with

Every step

Every pebbled pathway

Every forested trail

That swayed and moved and yearned and lingered

In soft curves

Just let me look back

Without crumbling

To ash.


Give me one last second

To hope/gaze/dream/behold

Fire that devours


Strips me of all sanity

Believing I can do anything

Keeping me kindled until daybreak


Accelerated heartbeat

Forgiving, needing

Just one last day

To plead with eternity.


And if this be the twilight of our memories

An apparition of time

In the cold/dark night waning

With only a final fading glimpse

To say good bye to me,

A lonely cliff,

A solitary mountain

An empty sea,

A withering branch on a fruited tree

Or if it seems I don’t even live

In reality

Then let me be

A pilgrim on the threshold of change

Choosing to be still

Choosing to be quiet

Waiting to be set free

Of your Reminiscent beauty.


Yours Truly,






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