...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Memories)

 

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Memories”.

                                                     

            Memories are life’s pleasures and woes which belong only to us. We tuck them away in a secret place in our mind where we can visit at any time. Whether we choose to share our memories with others, is a personal choice. The beauty of memories is that we can make them any time, any day, anywhere - or every time, every day and everywhere. We can hide them, or share them, but they will always be protected in our “secret” place.

Memories

A Secret place in our mind

Where laughter and tears may leave us blind

Where love and hope be e’er so kind

Standing up front, or far behind

 

           Images on stamplessed postcards, left in disarray           

To recall at will, one by one, on any given day

A dated mystery in their prime

Tacked to cork boards for a later time

Perhaps in the quiet of the evening chime

Sipping silently, a glass of fine wine

Sorting through those Memories of mine

 

Smiles and frowns tucked away

Family and friends, some here to stay

Others gone, by light of day

All of them well, I hope and pray

Love or loss; always fair game

People and things ne’er stay the same

Grateful for the opportunity to see it all

To know it, cherish it, to answer its call

 

Memories of childhood and happy faces

Memories of visits to stunning places

Like a photo album in one’s mind

Recalling in detail; a priceless find

From youthful bliss to each golden year

Fragmented Memories reappear

 

Flipping through faded pages of time

In my secret place; so sublime

I hear the echoes of days gone by

I know the truth and not the lie

For Memories are facts we cannot deny

There is always an answer to the question of Why?

 

Each new day brings gifts galore

Within our reach, as we long for more

Gifts of Memories for our mind’s eye

Memories that shine like stars in the sky

Tangible Memories that will never die…

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

           

            Memories are like old photographs and images on stamplessed post cards, tucked away in the corners of our mind. They exist so we may call upon them at any time. As we make new memories, we add them to the magical collection that can be seen only through our mind's eye; simply ready to share or ready to become our next secret.