Reinvention.
Rose coloured spectacles must be grown
to capture passing of time.
Peering backward unearths old spectres
who evoke the poetic mind.
Words may explode with special insight
when extra prisms are worn.
Fate waits for scribes who fancy encased
can re-invent times before.
Caught by perfume of imagined lives
past ages glow like a rose.
Poets can scent the not remembered
to pen events no one else knows.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Thank you Orchi
All too true how we mentally tailor the past into a more palateable version than reality. May be it's a part of being positive minded for me, choosing to hold onto the good bits and let the not so good and bloody awful bits fall away. Well I think i prefer the rose tinted version which I live with. Lets me think I've enjoyed myself.
You are so right dear D. We have to live when bits have fallen from those rose tinted specs.
In love with this verse🤩
Caught by perfume of imagined lives
past ages glow like a rose.
The use of perfume gives a strong nostalgic sense ❤️We remember some events by their scents. Love it!
We certainly do remember the scents of yesterdays dear Judy - -- thank you masses for this lovely comment.
Beautiful poem fay 🙂 love your words 🌸
Thanking you muchly dear Violet for liking my words in this small tribute to the minds of poets.
'Caught
by perfume of imagined lives
past ages glow
like a rose.
Poets can scent
the not
remembered'..
(only a few innately gifted Poet's
like you, dear Fay)
simply beautiful
Your assessment of my little effort leaves me blushing with pleasure dear Mek and am delighted that you enjoyed Reinvention.
Words of a true poetess Fay. 😉
So pleased you found value in my thoughts on Reinvention and an honour indeed indeed A.P is your kind assessment of my small efforts .
I've been down that road of reinvention too Fay. As I just left a note in my entry of "Don't Give Up" to Jeannie, I told her there's a song by Gary Allen called, "Learning to Live With Me" that puts a lot into perspective. 😉
I believe that it is human nature to see one's past through rose colored glasses and not through reality's lens. It is a matter of self-preservation.
Lots to like in this poem and I think you said it quite true with, "Fate awaits for scribes who, fancy encased, can re-invent times before." Nice work Fay. - Phil A.
Ah - good to have your visit and read of my posting today Phil and glad you found in it lots to like. - - -- thanking you kindly for stopping by.
Such very true words Fay.
Andy
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