Poetry Poem: Ragged Memories by Mark Tulin by Mark TulinFebruary 23, 2018 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 Share this:FacebookLinkedInPocketMoreTwitterPinterestRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... 12 comments on “Poem: Ragged Memories by Mark Tulin” forresting365 February 23, 2018 That’s beautiful. Reply Mark Tulin February 23, 2018 Thank you. Reply 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 Mark Tulin February 23, 2018 Thank you, Moira. Reply ortensia February 23, 2018 Intense.I love it🖤 Reply Mark Tulin February 23, 2018 Thanks 🙂 Reply 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 Mark Tulin February 24, 2018 How wonderful! Reply Mark Tulin February 24, 2018 Irene, feel free to tell the story. Reply poetrylanguageofthesoul February 24, 2018 Absolutely lovely!😍 Reply thereluctantpoet March 16, 2018 So moving and powerful!!! Bravo! Reply Mark Tulin March 16, 2018 Thanks. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Post navigation Previous Post Next Post
That’s beautiful.
Thank you.
I really like your poetry and therefore have nominated you for a liebster award: https://theglobalaussie.com/liebster-award-2018/
Thank you, Moira.
Intense.I love it🖤
Thanks 🙂
My memories are As pure as gold! Stories I have under my grandparents Apricot trees! Oh! How precious they are
How wonderful!
Irene, feel free to tell the story.
Absolutely lovely!😍
So moving and powerful!!! Bravo!
Thanks.