Memory Path

Dolphine29

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

  • Author: Dolphine (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2011 18:23
  • 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
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: Emi, Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    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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