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on the memory reel,
playing out in my head
moments of happiness defined:
be kind, rewind

images of beauty, so fine
songs from a distant time
a maestroís dab hand,
where nothing seems planned

Edenís grove, for a time,
laughter heady as wine
sweet recollections entwined:
be kind, rewind.


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Memory Real

Contributed by spike on Wednesday, 21st June 2017 @ 12:39:26 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



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////
/
on the memory reel,
playing out in my head
moments of happiness defined:
be kind, rewind

images of beauty, so fine
songs from a distant time
a maestroís dab hand,
where nothing seems planned

Edenís grove, for a time,
laughter heady as wine
sweet recollections entwined:
be kind, rewind.






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Re: Memory Real (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Wednesday, 21st June 2017 @ 01:06:37 PM AEST
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how clever that line is in the context of this poem "be kind. rewind."

Love it!

-KaraTee


Re: Memory Real (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 23rd June 2017 @ 03:36:38 AM AEST
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why, stop and look
as you replay that memory
And who was in it, what did
they maybe say, that stuck
that was good

were you too young
were the people all around
then too old

just think, is there something
that ever existed that felt
so real

wind the wind up
make the wind chime sound
relics hung by strings to catch their
distant distinct
flow

till they come back around
to find only a ghost town

you know the old hay ride
where they swaddled up all
the young kids up upon the wagon
the teenagers some of them
fell in love with the others
in close proximity
And love the old man
driving the horses

with his old wife by his side
what the heck did they have

Peace!



Re: Memory Real (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 25th June 2017 @ 12:06:44 PM AEST
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The picture you have chosen sets the tone, but it pales to your writing.
You have inadvertently described the flow of your own style within the poem itself: a maestro/'/s dab hand, where nothing seems planned.
You say rewind...I say re-read!
softerware




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