Sunday, January 18, 2009

FADING MEMORIES (OSI)


there is one memory
something that will
not fade away
but remain, persistent
as the ghost of wildflowers
gathered up, held close
petals, stamens pressed
without regard for
bright pollen, permanently
staining a white summer blouse
there will always be
this one, indelible trace
preserved here (hand touching
heart) forever







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Photo of wildflowers taken at Three Skull Lake - High Country, Alberta

34 comments:

Amias said...

Bravo! "hand touching heart forever" ... is a memory that I will never let fade!

sue said...

How wonderful, Deborah; you leave us the reader with the freedom to wonder and imagine what such a memory might be, and to supply our own answers from our own persistent memory. Bravo!

Sylvia K said...

Such beautiful words that invoke memories never forgotten. You do know how to say it, Deborah! Thank you!

fourwindshaiga said...

A precios memory, and the stain is just a pleasant reminder of that day.

spacedlaw said...

The memory that cannot bleached away by time. Great.

Rose said...

WOW!

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Another great Deb post!!!! Thanks!!!! I hope that memories won't fade--other than the bad ones! I have a way of letting the bad things that happen in life FADE... I refuse to sit back and allow that bitterness to consume me. On the other hand, I remember the good things that have happened---and will savor them for eternity.
Hugs,
Betsy

angie said...

Truly beautiful!
I love the open-endedness of it, leaving us room to add our own memory.

anthonynorth said...

The prompters of memory can be marvellous. Beautiful words.

Lin said...

ah memories both pleasant and not...life is made of many moments to cherish and some to try to forget...

bobbie said...

Beautiful, as always.

qualcosa di bello said...

'the ghost of wildflowers' is such a beautiful image

Jim said...

Hi Deborah. Your poem is truth. Even those memories, stains, might fade? I vaguely remember getting flowers once when I was in the hospital but I can't remember when or where.
The flower bouquet is very pretty, the blue ones look similar to our Texas bluebonnets only smaller.
..

Leatherdykeuk said...

Oh! Delightful.
I love the detail of the staining of the white blouse.

Maggie said...

Indeed...the pollen of these wild flowers grew memories in the heart.

Beautiful poem.

Pam said...

The bright pollen of a ghost of a wildflower-- wonderful imagery. Made me remember the times my children brought me handfuls of wildflowers.

zoya gautam said...

..with soft crayons u've filled the colors of those wild blossoms and the
pastel yearnings of a heart into these words..many thanks..

lissa said...

sweet, touching, I imagine someone cherishing the thought of flowers that had brighten their day

KiteHorse said...

palynology
yay for bad old books
forgotten blooms pressed inside;
anthers pleated flat

Shellmo said...

Simply beautiful words! I try to keep beautiful memories in my mind and heart as long as possible....age is the obstacle...

Squirrel said...

this is beautiful. I feel it. wish I could write like this.

Jeeves said...

Pleasant. Such a pleasant memory.

SandyCarlson said...

I wonder about the memory, the moment when the flower was pressed close, the importance of the reminder that the shirt is worn again and again....Thank you.

Fledgling Poet said...

You portrayed the idea of fading memories in such a visual and lovely way...beautiful!

if said...

that is romantic and beautiful!

Tumblewords: said...

Indelible - a perfect word for this memory. Love your work...

gmarie said...

Yes, nice job. I love the photo of that goose. I had a bunch of geese while my boys were growing up..and they are characters! What squawkers!

floreta said...

this is really sweet. i like the line "ghost of wildflowers"

Quiet Paths said...

This flows as a small, soft river. Beautifully written.

gel said...

My heart is racing wildly-
this is one humdinger of a good poem!
"persistent as the ghost of wildflowers....one indelible trace" "hand touching heart forever"

Patois said...

That is so absolutely beautiful and divine and lovely. It reminds me of my always telling my children, if I should die, I would always remain here (finger touching temple) and here (finger touching heart).

one more believer said...

perfect.... the ghost of wildflowers....

totomai said...

absolutely romantic. loved the ending very much

WillThink4Wine said...

Wonderful, wonderful! Indelible memories, oh how I do hope that I can always recall my own.