Bridge of Memories a symmetrelle in mixed syllabic meter A bridge built of memories spans the gap between future and past. Although life may speed by us too fast, from every experience, knowledge we gain. Each second of happiness, boredom and pain; far too many moments for us to retain the best and the worst are the ones that remain. In the end, what we’ve actually amassed on this foundation, crafted to last, a bridge built of memories. Clouds a pantoum in iambic pentameter Clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky. As I sit quietly under this tree, I think of life’s big questions and then sigh. I wonder if someday I’ll truly see. As I sit quietly under this tree, the sun is warm shining upon my face. I wonder if someday I’ll truly see the beauty hidden deep inside this place. The sun is warm shining upon my face. I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light, the beauty hidden deep inside this place, as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight. I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light. I think of life’s big questions and then sigh; as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight, clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky. Dusty Grein is an author, poet and graphics designer from Federal Way, Washington. He currently lives in the Pacific Northwest, where his 15 year old daughter is hard at work securing her college degree while still in high school, and raising him right. When he is not busy writing, he donates a great deal of his time and graphics talent. In honor of his grandson Eddy, lost to SIDS at 13 weeks old, he creates free memorial images for bereaved families, with a special focus on infant and pregnancy loss. His blog, From Grandpa’s Heart… is followed by fans around the world.