I travelled long forgotten miles as I followed the footsteps to my youth, past landscapes revealing faint images of stories and people obscured by time, to a place that doesn’t exist. And through my mind drifts a girl, dreaming, under blue skies and sometimes grey, alone in her backyard or on the beach, while the wind would blow every which way.
Now driving through streets with familiar names, past facades that hint this was once home, a tear starts to form, then roll down my cheeks for nothing is quite what it seems. The fingers of time have touched everything, gone are the faces I knew, gone is the oak tree that marked the edge of my experience, gone is that girl with those dreams.
It’s a sadness hollow, for a youth I can’t reclaim, for a time that is lost in the mist. It wraps round my heart and embraces, constricts, for people who’s touch my soul kissed. Yet a warmth sneaks on through and reclaims the cold tears that have left a trail on my heart, as I feel the memories fold themselves around me, sweet memories that no longer exist…
45 cool comments:
Beautiful & even a sad imagery = very 'emotional'. I loved this piece!
we can not bring them back, just snuggle in them on occassion to stay warm in the cold dark night...
Awesome. Such emotions you evoke.
Blessings, hugs, and prayers,
andrea
THat was exceptionally beautiful, the image you drew with your words.
it is an amazing journey to read your words. and a wonderful treat to stop by as always. love the new look, i haven't been by in a while.
Traveling the memories of our mind, seems to bring us back around to another time, where myths abound with no reason, no rhyme.
I have traveled to places that do not exist myself. GREAT line.
beautiful.
beautiful
dats exactly the way life flows or can say life lost!
Touching Shadow. I liked what Brian said. Blessings to you dear one.
Oh, I think memories like those will keep you young and good company. There is no need to be sad. Happy solstice x
Hey, if you have good memories at all then you are a winner. I hope you do have sweet thoughts to bring out sometimes and then put away again.
All we can do is live each day knowing that one day too it will be just a memory.
they exist within us always... if only a memory...
lovely recount of a tale past and gone
I can relate to this. Very emotional!
please do Stop that beautiful sadness, dear S. and write with the joy of this present summer and football stuff .
Lovely write... and lovely new template
Hugs
This was SO divine. That's it, divine.
xo
Hi Shadow
I know this feeling so well. I'm also having memories of 11 years ago. As if it happened yesterday. And I miss that person all of a sudden so much. I know exactly where you're coming from.
I'd say memories are the one things that do exist for ever - at least until old age takes over... :)
I also meant to comment earlier on the picture. You find such great ones that go along with your posts! Blessings dear Shadow.
I love the picture. I have been snuggling up to the warm fire in my own mind of the places of safety...and sometimes, it makes me sad
Such a happy girl!!
But that is what makes our beautiful shadow who she is...
You could write a killer love letter my friend.
I have traveled that same path and it is best that I return to the present. The past has good and bad memories but the present is what I have right now. And I'm grateful for that.
the beauty of memories: they hurt, then comfort, like nothing else can
who could ever put this puzzle together?
I wish....
Beautiful. I love this.
Sweet V., I believe memories DO exists. In fact I believe all eternity exists--always and forever--in THIS moment. This moment IS eternity, and happiness and sadness live together my friend, Oh! so well.
Please enjoy today, and so will I!
Beautiful!! Just beautiful. It's so perfect, your words paint us a picture for us all...we've all experienced going back to our youth, our childhood. I love the one line "The fingers of time has touched everything". Yes indeed.
You're awesome you sweet Shadow you!!! And I miss your company, so glad you stopped by yesterday.
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Have a super Wednesday.
such bittersweet images. i've been to that place as i'm sure everyone has. powerful and beautiful.
smiles,
I have found that memories often do that, they scream at you with their realness in the moment of time they existed and then Time itself forces you to move beyond those very memories by changing its landscape. The only things you can take with you are the memories and lessons/insights they bring. Incidentally, I happen to think that's the most important part of them anyway...I'm really liking these journalistic posts of yours :) I've been doing much of the same here lately... as you can imagine, a long email will be coming your way here soon ;) Take care!
I'm so so glad the warmth crept through in the end!!! Such an emotive piece. I guess we've all had the experience.
Oh stuff like this always gets me. Well done.
Its good to see you are still doing your beautiful poetry, I am not quite as prolific blogging just lately but I keep popping in from time to time
Hows it down there with all the football going on?
This was beautiful and so familiar, sad and yet reminding me that we get through everything. loved this.
althogh its been so long since I visited you, I have always enjoy your work. we all have a past that many times we have to go back to for reference, and we find out that our memory has missing pieces in the puzzle, but if we look deeply in our heart, they are all there, hiding for a reason. i am glad I am back to read you again, it is a pleasure.
Beautiful!!
ur words...emotions...meaning..everything perfect :D
Awesome Shadow, you always amaze me. Thanks for the great writing.
huggs
jb
dats true.....coz as we grew older d past behind us all caught remain in memories only......evryone wanna go bck to that bt is simply jst not repeatable......
ah, but the memories are alive in your poetry and prose and you have shared them with us so they are immortal.
Great piece
Walking through the hollows of time the reside in the mind
I felt this. We should just try to remember the nice bits and work on the other bits and put them away.
The memories, the joy once felt. Hold tight to the 'inner child' because she always holds the good stuff that can fuel and ignite future memories!
~Calli
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