Poem: Memories


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

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.

12 comments on “Poem: Memories

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

  2. Intense.I love it🖤

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

  4. So moving and powerful!!! Bravo!

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