7 Silver Crescent

pleasures remembered give rise to endeavour
as much as pain is the outcome of adventure

so these umpteen pieces
filled with antipathies and affinities

are records of thought which don’t run in a continuous thread
from one period to the next

but instead, intermittently like a sweet embrace
so as faces fade from memory’s gallery

I get lost in meditations over abstruse questions
which often reveal limitations of knowledge and the shallow depths of experience

still, words are always the finishing lines
where avenues of emotion end

as such, letters addressed to my exes
are sent from 7 Silver Crescent

a seemingly staid street
but the setting for scenes of indiscretion and sins of sentience

because although heaven we try to find
we are only human MIND

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016

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