tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post6439012797485678029..comments2008-07-23T20:28:15.811-04:00lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00706027242022517570lissawrites@gmail.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-44046302718535041462008-07-23T20:28:00.000-04:002008-07-23T20:28:00.000-04:00When reading the second stanza, I had the visualisation in my mind of life suddenly shooting backwards, like in one of those rewinding video moments. Or like the films showing the seasons of the year coming and going within a few seconds, except in reverse. You're excellent imagery and way of putting this across can only be commended. <BR/><BR/>Memories tend to end up like photographs, but often distorted by what we choose to add or subtract from what really took place. You've hinted at this in the first section. I think that's excellent.<BR/><BR/>The final questions. Ones we would all like to know and something for the reader to take away with them. This poem certainly leaves a footprint. Very well written!<BR/><BR/>By the way, I like your quotation choices. Both the works of Beckett and Aurelius being extremely fascinating, if not highly depressing in the former's case.Pen Me A Poemwww.penmeapoem.comnoreply@blogger.com