Where Recollections Reside

Where Recollections Reside

 

My word,

it’s like taking a waltz into history

she said ..

and if we

dare take another tiny step back ..

We might

just find ..

That is where most of our fondest

memories

choose to

linger and hide, from our here and now

even ..

Oh’ yes,

can you see that old chestnut tree

with your

name and

my initials carved deftly and deep ..

And just look

at the green

meadow with the daisies and reeds

where she

once knelt

and near tore her blue dress in two

whilst

tearing

it off to go for a swim, so she said ..

But I knew ..

quite different,

when it became more than apparent ..

Oh’ yes,

absolutely

that’s where special memories reside ..

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This reminded me of a memory of mine.. My name is carved on a fallen oak on an island in the Thames, with a date and the fact that I am a poet. Haven't been back there for years. I wonder if it is still there? Trees, meadows and love make nice memories don't they? Better than screaming gulls.

Chris

[Neville]

and why am I not surprised by that our Chris .. If I was a betting man, but I'm not, I would bet that's not the only one .. and I would go as far as to bet it is still there .. wot a romantic image that conjures up .. and absolutely far better than screaming guls .. Neville :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Reading your poem I'm reminded of my most valued memories. Those that came to define me as a person, as well as writer. They are the moments that bring me comfort as well as hope. Thank you for sharing your poem with us Neville. It has conjured many a thought of my own memories.

[Neville]

in which case, I am truly both honoured and delighted .. for what more could a scribbler like my self possibly ask for .. many thanks Carlos ...

Neville :)