Recollections of an Old Me

I remember you.
I recall the days.
The times. The ways
You shadowed this world.

I remember you.
The late nights.
The loud fights
That sent me to sleep.

I remember you.
Larger than
With always a plan
And knowing just what.

I’ve forgotten me.
Lost in a race
That seems out of place
With the drawings on the page.

They see you
In this aging skin.
The moments begin
To blur with revisions.

© Brandewulf 2018

Image by Ashley Warbritton


    1. Thank you. I loved it as well. (I sent the artist an email pointing to the poem in case she had a problem. Told her I would take it down if she wanted.)

      BTW I never said that I love how you chose your name to play on a particular word.

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  1. Oh Wulf, this is beautiful. You had me from the first stanza, which is perfection! I feel melancholy. You are once again, traveling the path of new roots. I Love you, but I kind of hate you for being so goddamn talented and prolific!

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    1. Thank you thank you, Susan, for always being so supportive and amazingly kind in your praise. You are one of the reasons I have been able to dip my toe in so many different poetic pools without the fear of drowning.

      I will take that “kind of hate” from you any day because of the love with which you wrap it.

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