Poetry

Poem: Ragged Memories by Mark Tulin

by Mark Tulin
Comments 12

 

His memories live

in his worn out

woolen blankets,

full of holes

and frayed at the edges.

His dreams dwell

in faded tattoos,

barely visible,

yet the pain remains.

©️mark tulin

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About Mark Tulin

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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12 comments on “Poem: Ragged Memories by Mark Tulin”

  2. Moira
    February 23, 2018

    I really like your poetry and therefore have nominated you for a liebster award: https://theglobalaussie.com/liebster-award-2018/

    Reply
  3. ortensia
    February 23, 2018

    Intense.I love it🖤

    Reply
  4. Irene
    February 24, 2018

    My memories are As pure as gold! Stories I have under my grandparents Apricot trees! Oh! How precious they are

    Reply
  6. thereluctantpoet
    March 16, 2018

    So moving and powerful!!! Bravo!

    Reply

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