It only slips; never disappears completely; if it did, we would become a different species entirely.
'
I want to see breath in you
the rise and fall of your chest
see those microscopic beads
of perspiration clinging
to your forehead's flesh.'
A transfixing verse in a truly moving poem.
Beccy.
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Many thank yous Beccy for your thoughtful review. So appreciate your calling in.
Chri.. read moreMany thank yous Beccy for your thoughtful review. So appreciate your calling in.
This is a wonderful moving tribute to your dear father we never forget though time can fade the vivid memories of them ever so slowly ThAnkyou Chris for this personal share x
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Yes Julie, the feelings remain but their features start to fade. The sharpness of them goes. They ap.. read moreYes Julie, the feelings remain but their features start to fade. The sharpness of them goes. They appear like an impressionist painting, when I want the detail of a Rembrandt. Thank you so much for your visit.
Sigh.... Life is a fragile thing... It's such a heartbreak when all you hope and pray cannot even dent time. The blow would strike our face if we tried. This is such a somber sweet poem on remembering a loved one. It's bitter with a sad sweet tone that clings to the reader. I do hope these feeling haven't affected life for you....
Hello Sarah. No bitterness, just sadness and more so when anniversaries approach. Thank you for your.. read moreHello Sarah. No bitterness, just sadness and more so when anniversaries approach. Thank you for your thoughts on these lines.
Chris
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Hugs, those are most difficult times of all.
-Sarah
Honest words shared dear Chris.
"this early morning
I will tarry for a while
I will wade through the mists
to recapture the you I knew
in high definition"
I understand the above lines. Hard to keep the emotion of love alive. We must try to keep the emotion, alive and well. Thank you Chris for sharing the powerful and amazing poetry.
Coyote
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Thank you Coyote. The love is always there but the features are fading after such a long time. .. read moreThank you Coyote. The love is always there but the features are fading after such a long time.
Sometimes focusing on that past of ours is dangerous. We slip into old thoughts and old ways rather quickly. That's a good write.
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Far from being dangerous, I find there is a comfort there, providing I don't stay too long. Many tha.. read moreFar from being dangerous, I find there is a comfort there, providing I don't stay too long. Many thanks for considering these lines. Most appreciated Robert.
This sounds very sweet, but sad. The image of a loved one, someone we once loved so dear, who has been departed for many years, the only thing left to look back on his memories. The memories even fade, as it only captures a portion of the clarity of that day.
Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for your visit to this poem, written about my Father. Your comments are appreciated and va.. read moreThank you for your visit to this poem, written about my Father. Your comments are appreciated and valued.
This poignant work shows how the passage of time affects even the deepest of human relationships. The speaker seems to be contemplating a departed spouse or loved one, and despite the depth of the relationship, the mental recall is not what it once was, so the image is not quite exact. This is not unusual; the immediate will always be clearer than the past. Still, the speaker longs for that "high definition'' picture that was once there. This may not be possible, for even photographs fail to capture the essence of the person. Still, the effort is a noble one, for through it a dear one lives on.
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Many thanks John for your response to this poem I wrote about my Father. Your thoughts are valued.read moreMany thanks John for your response to this poem I wrote about my Father. Your thoughts are valued.
for sure we cannot turn back the clock and the colors fade to grey all too soon..like the blue laughter in your eyes line..very deeply expressed piece. here..
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Hello Fran, memories can fade but when you choose to do some deep thinking, it is possible to find s.. read moreHello Fran, memories can fade but when you choose to do some deep thinking, it is possible to find some detail. Thank you my friend.
Our minds tend to remember only the most important things to us in the long-run.
So while we may forget some detail what matters may be the spirit of the individual, their affect on our lives, good moments and bad they shared with us. Our love for them.
In reality the outfit or eye color never really mattered in the moment, it was that they were there and they are still there, in our minds despite.
Deep words, flow is lovely and the theme all too relatable...Thank you for sharing.
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Many thanks for this lovely review. I am shocked to find we reviewed esch other at exactly the same .. read moreMany thanks for this lovely review. I am shocked to find we reviewed esch other at exactly the same time. How weird is that :)
this is a beautiful write..."blue laughter in your eyes/ that wide streak of silver white"
there is high definition in your words...
you take the lid off of memory here...and show us what's inside.
j.
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Thank you Jacob. It's still there but I have to concentrate more to find it. The love is always ther.. read moreThank you Jacob. It's still there but I have to concentrate more to find it. The love is always there.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..