Lost places my memory holds in
The endless motion
With smells and sounds
With faces whose eyes long
The blur is there… shifting
Looking through deep fog
As the feeling remains
Touch that holds it in place
Seasons change
Sunrises and sunsets
Leaves turning red
Green finding its way
Memories grow deep
As we grow within
Those that have taken hold
Those we can’t see anymore
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Author:
Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wonder if my memory will hold me together, as time goes by. Will it help me grow and help me understand the pathway to knowledge? My hope is, it’s part of the answer.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow. I love the image paired with this interesting contemplation on memories. They can torment, comfort, and also be entirely stripped from us, leaving us bewildered in an unfamiliar world. They may be useful in helping us learn from mistakes and fascinate in the curiosity of how life might have been if such-and-such had been otherwise. The author's note adds to the poem's meditation. Memories may be helpful in turning us to the path of Truth, mayhap only if we had been shown it ere now. Will they hold us together or tear us apart? That as well depends on what memories we have. If of the Lord's Word and His work, then they may by His mercy turn us again to the way we should go, seems to little me. The imagery you employed in this submission is excellent and the entire piece a superb reflection on memories, seems to me.
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