Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #63 & The Sunday Whirl #489
when memories present
in the silence of my room
i check my expectations at the door
my spine gets comfortable
as i delve deep into the bank of the past
the risk of emotions is high
will my cheeks remain dry
i hear the clunk of metal gears
hobos sleeping in rail cars
their lives in a haze
while i play in the train yard
i wonder in my head where they are now
#Whatdoyousee
old-fashioned
heartwarming memories
joyous family gatherings
those days of yesteryear
values
Image credit – Shche- Team @ Unsplash
#Whatdoyousee
at just the right moment
breathing in deeply
just slightly past full capacity
breathing out with purpose
expels my demons as relaxation fills every ache
stepping reverently on a wooded path
smiling as the sun trickles in between the leaves
bird noises and bug rustles follow my trek
breathing in nature’s clean scent
breathing out the tension of the day
watching my child’s eyes brighten
seeing the discovery take place in his mind
such a joy to behold this sweetness
breathing in hope for his future
breathing out satisfaction as a parent
peace, connection and boundless love
in those moments of sheer perfection
reflection upon them gives me peace
knowing i’ll be taking them with me
when old age gives me less and less of them
Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Bits and pieces &
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Harmony
the bits and pieces
of joyful memories
in my head
a creative harmony
lifting me up
beyond the blasé
of the moment
Sentimental hearts genuinely showcase creased faces.
Inspired by Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #32 – April 4, 2020
#6WSP
i look at my hands
and discover
they’re her hands
my veins
are not as plump
nor as soft
as a young child
her hands
gave me comfort
her veins
were my toy
to rub for hours
this one allowed act
was solace for me
for her too it seemed
a simple act
of touch
we both needed
the affection stopped
as i grew older
and we moved far away
other memories
were of rigidity and coldness
and superficial acknowledgment
when i found she wrote poetry
i realized
another connection
remembering
her hands
brings me closer still
nestled in warm memories
your image ethereal
my soul wanting
Ghosts of the past linger in the chambers of my memory.
Like the heavy feel of lanolin staining memories a smudged yellow.
An intervening moment of serendipity removes the hold of bygone days.
Again, my simpatico relationship meaningfully ties me to my abundant present.
*Thank you for the inspiration, Terry! 🙂
Uninvited days of the past appear at the door of my present.
They push inside to fill the heaviness in the room. A smile begins to form on my weary face.
Uninhibited laughter, passionate entanglements, mundane and easy tasks, all flickering a pretty picture.
Actively watching the gloriously faded memories now vividly replaying in my mind.
But the door closes eventually, and I’m again fully toiling in the sorrow which summoned another life.
Tears, uninvited, fall silently. The wetness glazes over the joy. Images from a previous time return for safe-keeping until my mind summons them. Again.
**Originally published PhiloSusi 6/16/14 Posted here with slight revisions.
