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I'd give you memories after dark
In a silent harmony
Tell you stories that I
Don't remember;
Something's eluding me
When we walked out in the rain
And you remarked: "the weather's fine"
It came crashing down,
All the same;
I retreated while you laughed
We spent the morning in the cafe by the park
The one with oil-painted tea leaves
Curled round the urn
Of his mum's ashes that
He kept in the back
For a rainy day
Like this
Because what he wanted
Was to be with her again
Like I am with you
Though where and when, I don't know how
To make any sense, as the words
Run through my head
Forever after.
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Archi Teuthis has inspired me to try my hand again at poetry after many years having left it alone.I tend to rarely follow any poetry conventions consciously and tend to write with a heavy use of metaphor that probably only I get. I also like to hide snippets of extra information relevant to the subject matter in my poems.
To be honest, I don't think anything I write makes much sense or is any good even though I once had a poem of mine published (which ironically I hated, thinking it one of my worst ever poems).
Feel free to provide criticism and advise or to ask what the hell I'm writing about.
P.S. Oh, the title This Silent Tirade is also that of the first poem in case it's not obvious.
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