The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today In many ways they may resemble But don't be fooled by what I say Look closely at what you hear Listen with more than just an ear The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today You think that you may know me By the words I rhyme and sing You think that you may know me But of me you know not a thing The poem of me I once sang for you Then may have had lyrics true But with each new day the words decay And of that me from then -- I bade adieu
❅ ❅ ❅ ❅
KURT✌️BRINDLEY 
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Beautiful poem. :)
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Thank you, 2bcreativeblog. I’m glad you think so. Thank you for taking the time to leave me the kind feedback.
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Fantastic poems. Only the poet themselves understands what is truly happening inside.
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Thank you, Richard. I’m glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate you taking the time to let me know.
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Such a great poem!
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Thank you, RoshaneM.
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Good depth, and causes me to reflect. Thanks
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My pleasure, joshuassp. Thank you for taking the time to provide me with such helpful feedback.
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Friggin genius write, mucho like
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And your friggin kindness is mucho appreciated, AHS.
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How simply and beautifully your words speak of the permanence of impermanence dear Kurt. Thanks for a moment of reflection. Nice to meet ‘you’ but ‘not you’ again :)
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:) Likewise,PR.
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Beautiful poem, Kurt. It has a sad, almost distant pull to it that drew me right in. The rhythm too is slow and haunting – very nicely done.
Happy New Year!
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Thank you kindly, Mel. And Happy New Year to you and yours, as well my friend. It’s gonna be a fantabulistic year.
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Indeed it is – it’s not the cold I feel in my bones (though it’s freeezing) it’s the simple joy of all the possibility!
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Perfect.
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Very beautiful!:)
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I’m happy you think so, xxnewfoundwonderxx. Thank you for taking the time to let me know.
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True! I have only just figured this out in the last 24 hours or so, that when I write it is true in that moment and then I move on. Somehow it transforms me. Beautifully expressed and perfectly timed [for this grasshopper].
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Thank you for your very kind and helpful feedback/wisdom, jamborobyn. It is very much appreciated [by this grasshopper].
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Lovely :)
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Thank you, ourbabygenius. I’m happy you think so.
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To paraphrase “he wrote as if he knew me”. So so true- wonderful expression
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I’m so happy you think so, cindygurmann. Thank you for taking the time to let me know. It has always been helpful to me to paraphrase the poems I read, as well.
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Awesome !
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Thank you, chandhni24. I’m glad you think so.
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Reblogged this on lucyserah and commented:
amazing piece:)
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I found that very deep and….true,
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I’m happy to hear that, Barbara. Thank you for reading and taking the time to offer me your kind feedback.
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Very melodic cadence in this poem. We do indeed change from day to day and we have only the very moment that is where we are present. I like your reminder very much. Reading this out loud was most enjoyable.
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Thank you very much for saying so, Mary. It is very encouraging to receive such kind and helpful feedback. I really appreciate it.
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