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NPM2009: Prompt 29

Posted on April 29, 2009 by Bud Hunt

goldfish
Creative Commons License photo credit: a_trotskyite #

I’ve read that goldfish have poor memories, that they forget easily.  What’s something you’d like to forget? #

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Last reply was 1120 days ago
  1. Ken Allan
    View 1120 days ago

    Love partners many years ago admired
    A meagre wealth soon spent when they retired;

    Except for Life’s plain mortar tiles and bricks,
    Here laid all in clear paper wrapping still,
    Crystal they had long since past afforded
    Crushed under foot by blind and wasting will,
    Smashing all but two of a set of six,

    Leaving not one of the old candlesticks;
    Ah! but there is yet a more bitter pill:
    To think that this humble treasure hoarded
    Should be taken through neither stealth nor skill
    And traded for one last mind-bending fix:

    What potion will Society’s poison drain?
    What poison can eliminate Crime’s pain?

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  2. Kevin Hodgson
    View 1120 days ago

    Fish Eye

    I’m tired of this bowl
    that collects my thoughts
    in which I swim;
    I yearn to break free of the memories
    of this circular life –
    around and around and around –
    and dream my days only of the river,
    whose currents would constantly renew me
    with the experience of never standing still,
    and I would no longer be stuck in here
    with these echoes of days gone past.
    Outside my window, the world rushes past
    yet for me, I am here,
    wondering … again.
    Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/f52v1lq2bt.mp3

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