Year End
5 years ago
Saturday, 18 October 2014
Recollection
Fragments of my own discarded past, gathering dust somewhere.
Recollection - 14 Oct 14
Gathering all the old
Dusty remembrances …
Sprig of white heather
Crumbling in the envelope
Perfume on a tee-shirt
From a dance with her
Long faded
Now just the smell of cloth
Remains
Put them all together
In a box
Tape it shut
Leave it on an unused shelf
Probably never to be seen
Again
Not even by me
Look out of the door
New memories forming
With the rising sun
We probably all have these boxes somewhere.
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i have one of those boxes that probably hasn't been opened in over twenty years. like the ending of your poem, i'd rather focus on forming new memories....
ReplyDeleteI think that everybody has one of these boxes, or something like it, somewhere.
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Looking forward is so much more interesting and fun.
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Thank you for your Lovely comment dani ♥
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