Last reflection before bed

The essence of the day was lost

to the holes and spaces where

memory goes, the leaks

and gaps that take

what you don’t see.

And sad to think, a

whole life can pass

by like that,


Photo from the town “Combe Down,” a suburb of Bath, England (January, 2016).

About pinklightsabre

Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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6 Responses to Last reflection before bed

  1. This one really appeals to me, Bill. It’s memorization-worthy!

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  2. Tish Farrell says:

    Sad gang indeed, Bill. But that is a great photo.

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  3. You bin spyin’ on me this last week? This last life?


    • pinklightsabre says:

      Ha, maybe so…thanks for jamming my phone up with all these awesome bleeps and so forth. Love that. Handfuls of pixie dust, always appreciated Bruce…–Bill

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