The Remembrance
The soft whispers of the wind
And the rustling of the leaves
Awaken mem'ries in my soul;
Ones I refuse to let go,
And tuck safely away
In the corners of my mind
For that one rainy day
When my heart is able to take
The aches and the pains that come with it--
The remembrance.
And the gold locket in my palm
Digs into my flesh
But I do not mind the distraction:
The anchorage to reality
To come out of my memories.
But I will not let go
Of those memories locked away
And even if I did,
The locket is a constant reminder,
Sitting on the edge of the dresser,
Whispering silently to me
The words of my past
So that I always live in
The remembrance.
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another lovely
another lovely write...dear.
~all the magic of this world,
dwells within you,
an eternity of years,
and its all you ever needed to know~
Memories, rememberences...
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
This is an original work with great word choices and an interesting
display of love...
Many thanks
Many thanks to both adialstarwatcher and oldaspirations. You two are continuous reviewers, and I cannot tell you how much that means to me, especially coming from wonderful poets such as yourselves =].
Write what is needed to comfort the souls of the world, and perhaps your own will be comforted in the process.
wInTeR rOsE
your wonderful thoughts...
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
Gee, your thoughts are so full and beateous, I think a feel a tear of joy
swelling in my eye as I read your words...
:)
This one is beautiful.
My thanks
I give my thanks to oldaspirations and relentless_shadows. You two say such kind things to me.
Relentless_shadows--even though you said little, it meant so much to me; that was all that needed to be said to make my heart burst with joy.
Oldaspirations--thank you for appreciating my thoughts. It is my wish that others enjoy, appreciate, and savor what I have to say.
wInTeR rOsE