What remains…

Posted on November 22, 2017 by Sue Vincent

A perfect day ends

Delicately cradled close

Against memory

Forgetting is too easy

Released, only gold remains

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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20 Responses to What remains…

  2. freiedenkerin says:
    November 22, 2017 at 15:11

    I love it! The beautiful picture and the rhythm of the words are so soothing…

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  3. Frank J. Tassone says:
    November 22, 2017 at 18:31

    Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
    #Haiku Happenings #7: Sue Vincent’s latest #tanka!

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  6. Jennie says:
    November 22, 2017 at 21:25

    One of your best!

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  7. Marilyn Armstrong says:
    November 23, 2017 at 00:00

    Great light, lovely poem. Your moors, in that light, look almost like parts of the Senora desert. It’s the golden color, I think.

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