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Kailashana
Kailashana
Feb 03, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

memories of Willoughby

when I arrived in WIlloughby
bagless,
with nothing but the
clothes on my back, the wind
in my hair,
and the utter transparency
of my words
I heard Cerberus barking
on that lonely platform,
as if in a dream

I couldn't see and so I gave
two gold coins to the ferryman
Sophia (who is always waiting)
whispered in my ear:
"Did you happen to bring your memories?"




— Kailashana, Feb 03, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you for reading

Thank you for reading Roscoe. I sometimes return to my roots, so to speak....like your Avatar... Love, Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine
Victorclaude

Victorclaude

16 years 4 months ago

Anna,

"I heard Cerberus barking" You must have been just outside Washington D. C.--kidding, kind of. This piece gave me a wry smile on one corner of my mouth. This is a dreamlike poem as you mentioned in the body of it. Very well done. Victor
Mark

Mark

16 years 4 months ago

Why there?

What could possibly be in store for such a deservance? Stay off that damn ferry because you know there is a Socerer around might take away all your memories. Please don't let that happen :( ((Anna)) A rhyme so subtle would you even know it there? Mark "some things change, some things do not"
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Ahhh. Don Juan is a

Ahhh. Don Juan is a shapeshifter. Sometimes a barking dog, sometimes Sophia, sometimes Mark. ;-) ~A
Mark

Mark

16 years 4 months ago

At this point

Give me mushrooms or give me death ! ))))))right handed huh (((((( left handed hug )))))))(((((( beats the hell out of me?? Mark "some things change, some things do not"
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Poof!!! our smile is

Poof!!! our smile is vanished into thin air! but low and behold! the Cheshire cat is stalking on padded feet. Poof!!! now you see us, now you don't. ~A "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Shades of twilight zone. A

Shades of twilight zone. A peaceful way to go ,but this is about life.One has to make memories to bring them. You hold the gold of truth in this allegory.Love B
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

You got it Barry! Twilight

You got it Barry! Twilight Zone provides me with an endless supply of allegory. What a brilliant mind when you walk through that door! (y)ours. ~
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Ahhhh Memories that are made

Ahhhh Memories that are made ... memories imo(love ya Barry) come from the spontaneoous and the unexpected in life, the instance that forms who you may become and in that instant the paths reveal ... all make up memories of what we are .. memories of where we have been ... follow us all the way to wherever we end up to weave the fabric of time ... sorry waxing lyrical this morning, had strange dreams all night lol and yep already wrote some of it down ... love you mommy Jayne-Chloe x x
xena465

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

The Return...

Memories are our lives backwards... I like this line and your poem. xena
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

TY Xena, Following is the

TY Xena, Following is the intro to Rod Serling's *Twilight Zone*: "You're traveling through another dimension -- a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's a signpost up ahead: your next stop: the Twilight Zone! You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone. There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "The Twilight Zone"." This little intro is no less true in 2010 than it was in 1958. Quantum Physics and its child, Quantum Mechanics bears this out. ~A
xena465

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

Thanks for this insight...

What a lovely explaination. It fires my imagination. When I finally do write a new poem, as all my poems are re-writes from years ogo, I'm going to refer to this piece of writing for insparation. xena
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Hi Blue…. TY for reading,

Hi Blue.... TY for reading, it seems most poets are on the same wave-length. having crossed over... after opening that first door into the unknown. It's quite a place, to hang around, shooting the breeze, eh? Smile. ~A
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 4 months ago

Memories

Anna Shooting the breeze - I am all for that. Electric Blue