A bunch of dried heather
Still sits in a vase on
Faces it, surely I
And throw it, with mem'ries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
It is still possible to move forward carrying the fond memories with us 10 +++ Chris
If it were not there....talking to you....would you have written this lovely little thought. No, it lives yet.
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!
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,
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
This quiet dignified poem deserves a thousand tens! ! ! !
Yes, we should but the heart can be so unreasonable as to hang onto bittersweet memories!
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.
I love the simpicity of this lovely poem.
Moving on and holding onto memories is possible
thats a really good poem i really like it well done. kizzy
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