Nothing but a Keepsake
On a glorious day
like today
I really have no idea
What I might
prefer to be doing
Other than
what I am doing
right now
and right here
and with you …
But if it hadn’t all
gone quite
so terribly wrong
We would surely
have
done it long ago ..
And the Caribbean
would almost
certainly be a glorious
sea of memories
Instead of just
a faded postcard
saved
in a broken keepsake
box
upon a dusty
mantle shelf somewhere
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"Memories light the corners of my mind, misty water coloured....."
Such poetry as these memories have planted. We reap their rich harvest here on MPS. Today yours flowers beautifully.
... How kind you are DA ... and of course, always appreciated and truly ...
Good write N.
I best meet her then!
Cheers Mr. O .. yes, why not try your luck ........ good luck 🙂
Ohh, I will meet her then! heehee.
Lovely poem
thank you yellow rose
We sigh to remember what could have been, that your words say it so softly
............................................................................................................................thank you Suresh
🙂
What might have been is covered here with veils of maybe and faded postcards but the moments of here and now seem so comfortably right in this small celebration of glorious togetherness. A tender read dear Nev.......x
I kinda feel like saying 'how write you are Fay' but get the feeling you have been told the same thing so many times before .................. 🙂 xx
Ahhhh memories of regret. So bittersweet. Nicely penned Nev
............................. thank you Saxon Crow .. much appreciated .. 🙂
Neville,
You are remembering that saved faded postcard to remind you of living in the here and now. The past is over.
Appreciate today and all the days you’ll be gifted with…
and live to the fullest henceforth.
Another wonderful “scribble”.😉
Laura🌻
... Oh' yes indeed ....... a good lesson learnt .. and he thanks you for it and truly .............. 🙂 🌻
Good write, Neville.
So many keepsakes after a while.
You dusted off a good one.
.......... thank you JR ...
.................................... Neville
Awesome
Hey, many BIG thank Q's BGO .. so very much appreciated sir ...
Neville 🙂
Some memories are treasured beyond time.
Andy
... they are indeed my golden friend ... thank you for reminding me ... and of course for the visit ..
(this is such an enticingly, contemplative write
and thanks for inspiring
my little scribbled reply, dear poet)
what's truly scary
is how abundant and universal
those keepsake postcards are..
I wonder, if regret is actually
a necessary element of existence
does everything, regret?
the Sun, too tired to stay and greet the Moon
a little longer
the Moon, too busy getting ready to meet the Sun
a little earlier;
and everything else, in-between
imitating that same futile frustration
in our happenstance dance, of belated realisation's
fated consequence..
Who knows .... but I thank you kindly regardless L.B
Awe, postcards from the past are treasures
Sometimes a person likes to be a bit melancholy
and fill their days with what could have beens!
I filled mine with Fairy Tales of the past
And Fantasize what could be, why not lol
I
I quite understand and agree why not indeed ... thank you kindly my friend ... thank you no end 🙂
You’re most welcome
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