Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Fragments


 

Fragments

float by.

Pieces of what

they used to be.

They bring back memories

because I know their history.



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Thursday, January 12, 2023

Stopping By


Stopping By

Thank you for stopping by.

Your appearance makes me smile.

So do the memories you bring.

I know you cannot stay,

but will return sometime.

I'll be there to say,

"Thank you for stopping by."


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Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Let Them Have Their Say


Let Them Have Their Say

Memories turn on in my mind.

I can't help but let them play.

There was a time when

I tried to keep them at bay.

They dropped in on me anyway.

I find it best to let them

have their say.

This poem was written for prompt 28 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge. I used my Nov. 17 blog, Sweet Sounds, as the prompt for this poem.



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Thursday, November 17, 2022

Sweet Sounds


Sweet Sounds

They play in my mind.

There was a time when

the music was live,

Now, the player has gone.

Sweet sounds are

 memories I can't help

but turn on.

This poem was written for prompt 2 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge.


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Thursday, June 23, 2022

Create Your Own Memories

 


Create Your Own Memories

I share a flower with you.
One I care for; one I spend time with.
I have watched it grow and bloom.
Display its colors then let them go.
Stand in the sunlight and fall in a storm.
I share a flower and invite you 
to create your own memories.


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Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Dried Plants

 


Dried Plants 

Why does the dragon fly
stop on the dried plant?
The bright color is gone.
All that was soft has
become brittle. 

What does the dragon fly
see that I can't?
Perhaps, a time when
a stop here was sweeter.


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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Let the Memories Fall Away


Let the Memories Fall Away

I try to
let the memories
fall away.
They are old
and I want them
to wither.

I know
they will always
be there.
They crackle
when I stumble
onto them.

I focus on
the growth that
has taken place
around them instead
of getting caught up
in the noise.

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Thursday, October 31, 2019

Curtains


Curtains

Branches, filled with gold,
bend to create curtains
that dangle above the water.
Soon, they will be empty,
but I will hang on to
the memory of
 watching them glow.

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Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Memories Bloom


Memories Bloom

The orange blossoms
have special meaning to me.
They bring back thoughts of
family and a past home.
Memories bloom at first sight.

The form of this poem is a waka.

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Monday, May 27, 2019

No Need to Turn Around


No Need to Turn Around

No need to turn around, it's me.
I have always been behind
you and I always will be.
I'm not an ordinary memory.
I'm no longer here, but
I will never be gone.
No need to turnaround, it's me.

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Thursday, May 2, 2019

Niagara Falls

This blog post is part word play and part Throwback Thursday. During the April Poem A Day Challenge, I wrote a poem about Niagara Falls. Of course, a day later I had another idea; so I wrote the quirky little poem you see below. 

I also remembered that I had a few color film prints of the falls that I took in the late 1980's. It was a miracle that the pictures were where I thought they would be. The photo below was taken with one of the many automatic cameras of the day. I did use the editing program on my Ipad to enhance the color and provide more delineation between the sky and the top of the falls.

Have you been to Niagara Falls?



Niagara Falls

continually,
powerfully,
beautifully
and,
hopefully,
eternally.

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Thursday, April 12, 2018

Seagulls in the Neighborhood



Seagulls in the Neighborhood

When I went out
to play one day,
I saw seagulls
in the sky
above the houses.
They were not
flying by but
circling, like planes
waiting to be
cleared to land.

I went inside.
"Mom, look!
Seagulls."
She peaked
out the window.
"That means
a storm is coming."

I don't know if
that is fact
or superstition;
but whenever
I see gulls inland,
I take it
as a warning.

This poem was written for Day 11 of the Poem-A-Day Challenge. The prompt was warning.

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Thursday, August 24, 2017

Remnants


Remnants

The pieces
remind us
of what was.

The spaces
highlight what
will never
be again.

This is what
will be now
and always.

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Thursday, May 11, 2017

Favorite Photo


Favorite Photo

A mother chases her
toddler who runs
across the front lawn.
The scene is captured
in a photograph.

Years later, the former
toddler looks through
a box of old pictures.
She remembers the one
of the chase scene,
which is a favorite.

She notices several
other photos in which
someone seems to be
holding her in place.
She never has been
able to settle down.

The prompt for this poem was to choose a memory to write about.

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Thursday, June 16, 2016

Inside Story


Inside Story

What we hide
inside does not
die in silence.
It whispers
to us during
our quietest hours.
Stores up great power.
Emotions felt
but not spent
remain attached
to our memories,
ready to break out
from behind walls
made out of fear.

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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Re-Memories


Re-Memories

Over time, we re-memory.
Images unsharpen.
Blues and yellows
(once distinct)
blend into greens.
The details are of
Fourth of Labor Day
or ThanksChristmas.
Names sit back with
no fear of being called on.
Maybe next time.
After all, there are
no lasting re-memories.

Do you think are memories change over the years?

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