Clinging onto faded photographs Rigid poses that were choreographed Blurred bodies and echoed laughs Locked in stasis for a time and a half A mirror to glance into the past Sparking memories specific and vast Faces of Youth gone too fast Fleeting moments...
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Memory Stories
Forty-six years ago, Bobby opened the doors and let us in. Battered and peeling even then, it was our sanctuary of truth. We learned fast to come and go in groups on its sketchy street and did we ever. The music was loud, the drinks cheap, and the light l...
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Early respect
A parade of olive green made an impressionI was maybe four? Fifty-plus years later, the images remain distinct. Between my parents on the front seat of their Oldsmobile, I stood mesmerized by the convoy of passing U.S. Army vehicles. There must have been at least 100 of the olive green Jeeps, tan...
It takes two to triumph
Our short secret journey from home.I watched you windsurf for most of the day, The sails went back and forth with the occasional jump and twist and maybe a flip. This looks impressive to those of us who don’t do it ourselves. Afterwards, we went to a spot near the river where people were j...
A Special Moment
Elderly man returns to the school he left seventy three years ago seeking a lost memoryStanding at the school gate, Harry Connor cursed softly. Memory, you damned trickster. A tantalising image had shaped in the furred conduits of his ageing mind. A gem of reminiscence teasingly snatched away, evading his grasp. He had made this journey see...
A Warmer Reality
Man in early forties tries to come to terms with his father's indisposition---“It’s not him, is it, Jack? It’s just not him.” My mother’s despairing words were a mournful poem that reverberated inside my head whenever I visited the hospital. She was so right. The wizened shell inhabited by something totally alien was a parody of...
Dusty Sunlit Swirls
Once upon the prairieSo far away the prairies range my loveThe vistasAnd the memoriesAs well We pause our gaze in recognition nowBecause we passed this way once long ago And in a hollow rests the storied barn Its shadows touchedWith dusty sunlit swirls Your hand is resting on...
Music & Happiness
Music soothes the savage beast...Music can soothe a broken heart Music can get you dancing with the one you love By yourself or even your best friend Two-step, tango or a waltz can create beautiful memories The right music Can help you fall in love It can be the soundtrack of your dreams...
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Will You Wait For Me
Will you waitWill you wait for me.It was the questionSpoken in a whisper in the dark.The answer was yes,I'll wait for you,No matter how longI'll wait.She dried her tears after the callTelling her the news.She knew.He was gone.Before the callShe felt her heart slowly b...
The Portrait
Your face is like a portrait, hanging on my wall!Your face is captured like a paintingHanging upon my wallTo admire the true beauty you possessThat stole my beating heartEach vivid color seeps into othersCreating a new design of wondrous expressionBrushstrokes that wash across your soft pink skinEyes th...
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Picture Perfect
A picture tells a thousand words, but can hide the darkest truths.A picture perfect moment and such a lovely gown of pure white, glamorously gliding over the floor as she spun around. Twirling into strong arms, surrounded by a sea of faces, all of which smiled. Genuine happy faces that looked on, joyful expressions that...
Memories
Memories are forever in our hearts.Memories we make them every day, I wonder do we realize at the time, How much that memory will mean later on in life. Something as simple as a smile from someone special that brightens our day. A hug from a friend when we need encouragement. A text from t...
A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shim...
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Art of Bargaining
A memory I reminisced recently“How much?” he asked the vendor pointing at the pile of tomatoes with an authoritative tone. “It’s 30 Rs a kilo, take it for 25 Rs” She says, as she arranges the pile of tomatoes, also luring the customer. “Too much, let’s go son,” without turning he walk...
As I sit and, thinkI try not to blinkTears well up insideNever to be criedWaiting, wonderingMemories skippingSticking, spinning roundA film without soundI turn, spin, twist, twirl,I trip, fall, unfurlStand, stagger, crumbleUnbalanced stumbleCollapse, givi...