remembering: 1am

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    • marxred
    • Just completed my new collection of poems, "Time Machine", a collections of Rock Ballads to set your own music to.

    remembering: 1am

     once, so in touch
    and connected
    to the moment
    of deep kisses

    now taking up time
    making up dreams
    and remembering you

    twice, if recall is correct
    summer moons
    fell to earth, baptizing
    the dangers of love

    now making up time
    taking up dreams
    and remembering you

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    SavVySam commented on remembering: 1am

    02-05-2010

    It is a good thing to reacquaint ourselves once in a while, remembering those deep kisses, and "taking up dreams"! I like the transition in progress, having learned those lessons...Very nice!
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    marxred

    02/05/2010

    thank you! tried not to be toooo sentimental here....but it is always good to remember those deep kisses of the past.

    ginga commented on remembering: 1am

    01-15-2010

    marxred, The beauty of this is its longing and passion said simply without flowering it up too much. A poem that is not so mushy like this, is more of a love poem to me, then those that repeatedly dote on the subject incessantly. ginga
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    marxred

    01/15/2010

    i know what you mean, ginga. love can be so hard to write about, at times. most of my work has some kind of music to it, even if it is only in my head and not fully composed....i do try to not write something that sounds like a greeting card, sometimes i succeed, sometimes i fail....lol. thank you for your kind comment and encouragement.

    Blueroad commented on remembering: 1am

    09-28-2009

    Very beautiful! I believe there is some kind of music in your work.
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    marxred

    09/28/2009

    and in your work also

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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