BETWEEN DREAMS AND MEMORIES
I saw it when I was a child, a castle with stairs that went high,
At the top, a suit of armor like a knight from centuries long ago.
Why was I there, I do not recall such a place, the snow, many a face,
When I was young it was very real, was this a dream that I did feel?
A hall with many rooms from my eyes I did see, a ghost in white,
It wandered within this place, was it a thought as I slept on a night?
I went to sleep one night when I was seven, In my dream, God was a child,
My fingers were bones, never did I see such a scene ever again.
Knocked on my neighbors’ door, what appeared was never before,
A witch with such laughter, made me rise into the air, not so real.
Between dreams and memories, what I have seen may have been dreams,
That which I thought were dreams may have been by me, seen.
Keith Garrett
Beautiful. Keep writing my friend.
Thanks so much for reading.
On Mon, Sep 30, 2019 at 7:12 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You are always welcome
Tomorrow begins October Halloween poetry month
On Mon, Sep 30, 2019 at 10:55 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Thank you for informing me my friend ❤❤❤
Halloween is a bad time for me, my father died on that night. He fell off of a cliff in Palos Verdes, CA. I use this writing to make the night better.
On Mon, Sep 30, 2019 at 8:04 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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My friend your father never died he is alive in you as you . For you, you write to make the night better but for me you write to make your father feel very special.
I know losing loved ones makes us feel bad and incomplete but keeping them alive in ourselves not only give them a tribute but also a quiet satisfaction in deep down our heart which is much powerful emotion than the sorrow of losing him. So recall every single moment you shared and laughed together and laugh and smile for him making his night special for him. ❤
Thanks for reading.
On Mon, Sep 30, 2019 at 9:51 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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❤❤❤
Thanks so much
On Tue, Oct 1, 2019 at 1:30 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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