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| Pocket watch on the beach (AI image) |
Forgotten moments
Wash up on the shore of dreams
Blurry memories
Battered by the changing tides
Unstable as sand castles
No one knows the truth
Even photographs can lie
Mona Lisa smiles
Stories shift with retelling
The foundation slides away
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Double tanka written for Tanka Tuesday Challenge #71 hosted by Willow and inspired by a recent death in my family.

That was pretty but seemed kinda sad too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary. I am a bit sad this week…
DeleteVery true. Memories can be uncertain, especially as time passes. And these days it's easier than ever to lie with pictures.
ReplyDeleteThanks Infidel!
DeletePoignant! I wish memory wasn't so fickle.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It’s weird being the only child with parents gone and no others to confirm memories before my kids were born. I have no one to ask about events or other relatives and can only rely on myself and hazy photos. Eek!
DeleteYou and me both. My mother is still around, but I moved so much in childhood, also between countries and families. Connections and photo albums tend to get lost.
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