Sentimental hearts genuinely showcase creased faces.
Inspired by Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #32 – April 4, 2020
#6WSP
Nostalgia
Tag: memories
Her Hands
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
Recapturing
nestled in warm memories
your image ethereal
my soul wanting
A Little Help From My Friend
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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! :)
Longing For The Past
Zhong Yang Huang – Joy and sorrow
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.
I Write Her 