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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2 comments:

  1. my heart's love songs19 October 2014 at 21:35

    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....

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    1. Ainsley19 October 2014 at 23:37

      I think that everybody has one of these boxes, or something like it, somewhere.
      ♥
      Looking forward is so much more interesting and fun.
      ♥
      Thank you for your Lovely comment dani ♥
      ♥

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