Where Recollections Reside
My word,
it’s like taking a waltz into history
she said ..
and if we
dare take another tiny step back ..
We might
just find ..
That is where most of our fondest
memories
choose to
linger and hide, from our here and now
even ..
Oh’ yes,
can you see that old chestnut tree
with your
name and
my initials carved deftly and deep ..
And just look
at the green
meadow with the daisies and reeds
where she
once knelt
and near tore her blue dress in two
whilst
tearing
it off to go for a swim, so she said ..
But I knew
quite different ..
When it became more than apparent
oh’ yes,
absolutely ..
That’s where special memories reside ..
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A fine write N. You meeting any of these lassies lately? Could I meet some of them?! lol.
if your serious, then drop me a line ...... in the meantime, thank you kindly 🙂
Oops, I mean lasses? Or you met their dogs too - lassies! How does one spell this?
Amazing aren't they. Those precious moments we can cherry pick from life. Held in cumulative they bring the reward of knowing we've shared in the rich bounty of life for the living. As gently we relax into older years and applaud the young for their living joy.
absolutely DA ... and many thanks for being able to see write through me sir ............ Neville
Lucky to have such nice memories . A lovely poem )
............................................ Thank you my friend .. Neville
'Oh’ yes,
can you see that old chestnut tree
with your
name and
my initials carved deftly and deep ..'
(there are a few, around London
that bare my initials
and to know of them is to map
my heart's bruises
but, like all things
there's always, A one
that stands out
that shameful stain, We
tattooed
our love's youthful zeal
on a harmless, tree
in Russell Square gardens
and
decades later
whenever I feel the need, to revisit
and feel that Passion, again
I brush my fingers
upon, it's lingering testimony
to She
who visits me, in every other dream
and
I can still, smell
and hear
and so vividly
Feel...!)
thank you!
for inspiring these words
from me dear Poet supreme
one day, I hope
I too can scribble words
that can touch you
in a similar way..
..................................................................... 🙂
😎🍻
Always wondered if trees hated humans. We always seem to be sticking things into them. Probably why they fall on top of us. She was worth it, wasn't she.
a gentleman neva tells .................................................... but this one thank you my friend n truly 🙂
Your recollections so aptly poemed bring to mind the special attachment your pen has for detail mon ami -- -such a treat of a read ...............x
Bless ya our Fay .................................... x
I can feel this vivid journey of recollection just playing out before me. I swear memories have a power so beyond and wonderful. I love this Neville!
You my fine literary friend are far too kind ................ thank you n truly .. Neville
Memories, both fond and fondled, where do they reside? People will say in the heart, but we all know they are in the brain. Tucked away safe and sound and only recalled when sparked by a stimulation.
A sweet recollection poetically recalled and spicing the life of all who read it. - Phil A.
if only the truth were known eh' Phil ... I would say fumbled or bumbled .............. cheers .. your mate N 🙂
Those places that have created memories will always be in our minds and hearts Neville.
Andy
indeed, ............... maybe, absolutely ............................. perhaps @ least I hope so n truly .. 🙂
You take us on a journey of exoticism and eroticism- I don’t dare say where my memories reside
my imagination runs riot .......................................... bless ya my friend and truly .. Neville 🙂
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