Remembrance

A memory,

winding up and down

a sharp spindle.

It reaches the top

and the finger pricks.

But there no eternal sleep.

.

A face in the crowd,

a shadow of another self,

whom I used to know.

.

A memory,

winding up and down

a sharp spindle.

It reaches the top

and the finger pricks.

But there is no end to the tirade.

.

A myriad of faces,

grouped in a collection,

doing the things I used to do, without me.

 .

A memory,

winding up and down

a sharp spindle.

It reaches the top

and the finger pricks.

A tear drops down its length.

One thought on “Remembrance

  1. Very timely and perceptive, i woke up a few minutes ago, after a night filled with Spindle related memories….

    On Fri, Nov 21, 2014 at 3:43 PM, Abandoned Roost wrote:

    > maplerat posted: “A memory, winding up and down a sharp spindle. It > reaches the top and the finger pricks. But there no eternal sleep. . A face > in the crowd, a shadow of another self, whom I used to know. . A memory, > winding up and down “

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