Keepsakes  (Old Times)

 Touched by something soft 

Intricate keepsakes of a gathered age. 

This faded longing, too rare to wear. 

as unhurried as a swirl of Autumn wind  

tucked away in small corners of heart 

attics. Hear the ley lines of rhythm,  

cross lines of forgotten lyrics.  

Old riffs musically moving, some

languid song low humming, 

pools of music water 

this ebb of delicate currents  

these desultory tides 

caught in the drift of turning hours, 

in slips of history embracing indolent time. 

Betrayed in mirrors’ glances,

gazing at setting suns slow colours,

Warmed through by Jazz bars 

and drifting old repertoires  

Familiar passages crossing 

into yesterday's sunset.

A beguiling sweet touch of beginning.

Lee Thomson bio 

Lee is a dedicated domestic poet. He writes and performs poems for a friend's funeral, his dog's Requiem, competitions and the ageing process. Somewhat starstruck, he is well known at Dunedin Octagon and Titirangi poets society.

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