Touching Time
I’ve walked upon this earth for quite some time.
I don’t know peace nor have I tools to fight.
I have searched for words that strain to rhyme,
to ponder for a moment, seek what’s right
In the darkest corners, victims speak,
recall ancestral stories that were told.
Youngest seeking wisdom, future bleak,
advice from learn-ed past and not so bold.
To say they know all things, age will not lie.
Some mysteries of time we will not know.
I understand this truth and cease to cry
in anguish turn away and start to go.
A hand reached out in empathy draws mine;
I feel connection, wisdom touching time.
Julie A. Dickson
Exeter, NH
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Lost at Sea
“We both know what memories can bring – they bring diamonds and rust” ~ Joan Baez
At the full moon, I still hear your voice
filling the room, you gave me no choice.
Shimmered, the brilliance – pressed prism of carbon
its beauty- resilience, a rose in my garden.
Burst on the scene, a vagabond singer
what did it mean, you neglected to linger.
On half shell, an oyster, the pearl set aside,
albeit in foister, merely used as a guide.
Rust covers metal, its coating mistrust -
coating shine, not quite subtle, illusion of dust.
Left behind, lost at sea – no diamond alliance,
With never a plea – floating lonely in silence.
Julie A. Dickson
Exeter, NH
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This Path
I recognize this path, I’ve walked before
Song drifts on air, it’s sad; so like your voice
Along this path I sigh, recall once more
What might have been if I received a choice
No, I won’t cry, refuse the threat of tears
Once hand in hand with you I wandered then
Cannot re-live the pain, so many years
My broken heart reminds me who I’ve been
Now I remember you with honest eyes
My trust was broken, tossed like so much dirt
You plunged a blade of words wrapped in your lies
But I refuse to dwell upon the hurt
Alone now, and although I may complain
I might decide to walk this path again
Julie A. Dickson
Exeter, NH
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