[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Discarded
To search for what is found, there by the edge
of roads and pathways. Places where time is still
against the movement taking all the world
to somewhere else, just the same as they left
behind. To find there what is left and lost,
discarded and forgotten. Now ignored
by those who pass by, only unaware
of what is there – beyond their easy reach.
A history waiting to be found again.
A chance to connect, break the hold of time
that keeps us here, apart from those past worlds
we only reach through fragments left behind.
All that remains are fragments, nothing more.
and all we know and all we are and were
is all we leave behind too, nothing more.
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