Instant Replay Poem by Practicing Poetess

Instant Replay

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The past is inescapable,
No matter how far I go
Or how much I do
Or who I become.
I hear an old song
Or smell a certain scent
Or pass a certain spot
And it all flashes over again
Upon me- - The mood
And the setting and the emotions
Like a technicolor memory.
And I am shaken by the impact,
And return never quite as before to the present.
I can't forget- -
I can't forget.
There's often pain in remembering what was- -
Once.
I can't forget.
But if I could,
I wonder if I'd really want to.

Friday, March 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: forget,memories,past
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 20 November 2017

You are so right: you cannot escape or reshape the past, much as you would like to. Striking imagery, like 'a technicolour memory'. I can't forget either.

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Practicing Poetess 21 November 2017

Our brains are amazing at 'freeze-framing' and storing up images. The key is to focus on and re-enforce the good memories, and to learn from and then move on from the bad ones! Thanks, Michael, for reading and taking the time to comment!

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Sandra Feldman 18 March 2017

Time, Life, complexity Our past is our present, indemnity, And as much as we would like to forget, To escape, We are prisoners of our memories. I have also felt this way, many times but could never express it as vividly and well. It just flows and the images and feelings born with it, memories that will not go. A poem to remember

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Practicing Poetess 18 March 2017

Sandra, you have A heart of pure gold An eye for what's lovely And wisdom untold. Creative and bright, A wonderful mind. And good in all things You constantly find!

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Sandra Feldman 18 March 2017

I never give praise where praise is NOT due, So, maybe this will reassure you You've got the talent, the words, the ' savoir fair' So for me to praise you, is only fair!

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Practicing Poetess 18 March 2017

Sandra, sometimes I wonder if you are good for me, or bad for me! While we all need encouragement and affirmation, none of us needs/ wants a swelled head! Again, I repeat We belong to a mutual admiration society!

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