Tangled Memories
The sweet smell of honeysuckle hung like perfume in the air
A parcel of warblers and robins gathered there
The scent of memories still linger on the olfactory senses of the mind
Like blood droplets on leaves from pricked fingers left behind
We came to stake our claim on the plump berries that grew there
Winged foes fought without fear to claim their own fair share
Hearts as full as the little bowels of juicy fruitlet we did possess
Stained hands and full bellies were the indications of success
The past as tangled as the vines with thorns that scratch
And as sweet as all of the bounty plucked from that blackberry patch
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MDStone (
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Perfection! I love this!!! Chockful of details and imagery, evocative and inspiring, this is downright gorgeous! Beautiful and winsomly rendered with a delightful, hauntingly sweet yet bittersweet poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so kindly for your thoughts and encouraging words. Much appreciated.
My pleasure, you're welcome.
Memories as sweet as the berries. A good write
Thank you, Soren. Always good to hear from you.
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