memories
as old
as discardable
as worn out packaging
not recyclable
relationships
as short-lived
as fake laughter
Do I throw out
last remnants
of what remained after?
Do you remember
wheels not moving
when shots were taken
and then canned?
Nobody knew why…
we posed
we pretended
happiness
not meant to be ours
In a time frame
stuck and bookended
we moved long ago
from sepia tints
to blueprints
of a future
without each other
Written for What Do You See hosted by Sadje
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Beautiful Reena. Profound and deep.
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Thanks, Usha!
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My pleasure.
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Such a poignant and so very true tale.
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Thank you, Jude!
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Beautiful said Reena! I love the way you write 🥰
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Thanks a ton, LaShelle!
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You’re welcome!!
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Deep words, Reena.
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Thank you, Punam!
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Life goes on with memories remaining.
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We reconstruct memories all the time.
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Fantastic poem! The description of memories in the first verse was a thought provoking one.
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Thank you, Nicole!
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daguerre
cos you was black and white
way back when there!~
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Great, i love it! Thank you for sharing, and have a beautiful week! xx Michael
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Thank you, Michael!
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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This is so profound Reena. Things change and people move on leaving memories behind. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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