Some days we'd wake the memories together, rekindling flames that lit the depths of our souls
Reliving the burning, molten life-force of our childhoods, and how the chapters had been told
We were cut from the same cloth, with interwoven imagery that only we held dear
Such warmth remembering the younger us : The naivety and innocence, the expectations, passion and wonder - our eyes could fill with tears
Well-thumbed, secret pages in that dusty, long-lost book. They mean so much to me
But my heart knows that you're sadly gone now: No more smoking pipes of recollection. No more reminiscing and no more sharing memories
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Author:
Jeremy Leach (
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great word choice, i admire your ability to create deep and intricate images while reading. thank you for sharing, it’s a beautiful poem!
Love in it's maturity remembers, rekindles that vibrant young flame. Love remembers love's honour after one has passed.
Lovely poetry especially the last verse/stanza.
That book of life and love is so meaningful as age progresses. Fine words Jeremy.
Andy
wonderfully written, thanks for sharing
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