Treasure Island

Fay Slimm

(Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

A Reminder.


A bunch of dried heather
Now faded.
Long dead,
Still sits in a vase on
A table.
And
My bed
Faces it, surely I
Must obey
Reason
And throw it, with mem'ries
Away, then
Move on.

Submitted: Monday, November 10, 2008

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  • Sherrie Tappenden (4/14/2009 3:17:00 AM)

    Long after any hope has gone. Long after the beauty and scent of reminiscence has left. Long after the charms of nostalgia have deserted us. How long we cling to those memories. Very enjoyable. (Report) Reply

  • T S (2/26/2009 3:32:00 PM)

    I love the simpicity of this lovely poem.
    Moving on and holding onto memories is possible
    10 +++
    Tracy (Report) Reply

  • Kris Smith (12/13/2008 8:20:00 AM)

    It is still possible to move forward carrying the fond memories with us 10 +++ Chris (Report) Reply

  • Martin Swords (11/29/2008 7:48:00 AM)

    Fay.....
    If it were not there....talking to you....would you have written this lovely little thought. No, it lives yet.
    Martin (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (11/23/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    And....Never look back! ....Unless of course, one is referring to a second or third read of this short but oh, so very sweet pen-gem, young lass! Poignance, persoonified! Excellent metaphoric employment....Solid crafting, indeed!
    P.S...I like the abstract-smooth construction. You Rock, Fay!

    FjR (Report) Reply

  • Sid John Gardner. (11/23/2008 1:56:00 PM)

    Fay
    Flowers are given to those we love.Unfortunatly they are sometimes given too late for the loved one to say thank you or throw them in your face.Flowers say so much.The colours and fragrance of each bloom relect the beauty of love and fulfilment that their recipient takes in his or her hand.I never was given flowers but if I had been I would have pressed them into a book and kept them for ever.Alas no-one to give flowers to ant more,
    Take care.
    Sid xxx (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Eaglesfield (11/23/2008 1:44:00 AM)

    It's so hard to remove something that keeps one foot in the somewhere else.You've said so much with so few words.Kev x (Report) Reply

  • Aijaz Asif (11/12/2008 4:32:00 PM)

    faded heather can be throwed away but the memories remain no matter what we do..its an amazingly beautiful write fay...i loved it 10 fo this wonderful thoughts
    rgds
    asif (Report) Reply

  • Rebel Heart (11/11/2008 9:26:00 AM)

    You paint a very visual scene here Fay, the sparse words clearly setting the tone and colouring the emotions of the narrator. The symbolism of the dead and faded heather as a reminder of what was is conveyed to great effect. j x (Report) Reply

  • Tom Balch (11/10/2008 9:18:00 AM)

    A bunch of old heather can be worth more than all their gold,10/10 Tom, I love this piece. (Report) Reply

  • Tia Maria (11/10/2008 6:43:00 AM)

    Go find a new memory to replace
    those old flowers you must bury
    to put old memories in their place
    It does not mean you have to forget
    For a living plant you will never regret (Report) Reply

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