Lost memories of the past

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Apple strudel, a slice of bread with chives on top, yellow sausage (Gelbwurst) with bread and without.
The church bells I could hear from my grandparents terrace in Bamberg, the church bells I could hear when I was studying in Hildesheim, the church bells I hear ringing now in Penzance.
I see my grandparents house. The long seemingly endless corridor, leading to the sitting room with the big TV. The house seems so big, that it is easy to get lost in it.
I can see the invisible fogs of non-lived life waft through the corridor in the sitting room and the rest of the house. They fill every crack and every tiny particle. They envelope everything and everyone in a soothing coat of depression. Handed down from one generation to the next.
Unexpressed talents and unfulfilled dreams.
Soft cries of lost souls.
Lost memories of the past.
Apple strudel, a slice of bread with chives on top, yellow sausage (Gelbwurst) with bread and without.

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Kevin Sari
Kevin Sari
6 years ago

Your most welcome and as I enjoy the written form of art most. I look forward to each new poem.

Kevin Sari
Kevin Sari
6 years ago

Lost memories of the past – I liked it!