The Tall Teller
By socialeaf
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Forgive the autumn traveler
as he catches glimpses
Recalls himself in a song
or a beam of warm sun
and sometimes after
the first seven or eight sips
thinks yes
This is it again
He remembers the fruitiness
of vintage summers
honeyed air
that he’s not sure
really happened
or the salty kisses
of ocean flings
that didn’t for sure
It doesn’t matter
Memories are as
real as lies
So forgive this autumn traveler
as I sit and stir wine
for stories
and fish love through
rays of light
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'Memories are as real as lies
'Memories are as real as lies...'
Yes, I can see the similarity.
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What a gorgeous sense of
What a gorgeous sense of memory. I love the fish perspective.
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Just beautiful. Lines as hard
Just beautiful. Lines as hard to pin down as memory and fish themselves. Illusory. Transitory and that ending tone is just perfect.
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This is a wonderful piece.
This is a wonderful piece. The nature of memory occupies us more in our autumn. There's a beautiful wisdom and acceptance here, and the last lines are a wonderful evocation of the way stories are found.
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I'm really enjoying your
I'm really enjoying your poems. Will pause for now, so as not to overindulge.
Parson Thru
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