Photo by Skitterphoto from Pexels, for The Sunday Muse Prompt #48.
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Maybe it was the slant
of the light streaming in,
slicing through, as it were,
the haze of yester-year’s detritus;
the half-drawn blind like a mind
stretched thin between leaving
and returning, a face half-turned
towards the memory of lost songs
hovering just beyond the reach
of a quivering tongue, and this
present brooding.
Maybe this is what the
burden of life is. To carry,
buried deep within one’s heart,
the remains of the songs
of one’s youth; until
in a season of re-memory,
they all come back.
A Geek's Life 
We do carry them with us don’t we? This is so true to how songs stay with us A.J., I love this and can relate deeply!
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The images & reversals in this are sharp!
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A lovely poem although it is a tad longer than the required five lines for the gogyoshi form. Thank you for posting.
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“the half-drawn blind like a mind
stretched thin between leaving
and returning” I love that! Beautiful poem
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Like the poem very much . . very descriptive lines . . 🙂
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A beautiful and vivid poem.
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