Open Poetry #15 |
The Memory Spaces |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
The Memory Spaces Virginia Salter the memory spaces in my mind rest deeply in the folds some more deeply than others making it an extra challenge to retrieve them yet, those so deep-seated, are they not more precious, oh, yes, surely, for they are tucked away securely so no one may trifle with them no one may steal them no one may destroy their value so then I may go apart rest in a moment of solitude and exude them to the fore to caress my heart with them to weep my tears of joy for their having snatches of childhood, adolescence, both mine and my daughter's where sometimes the joy is spawned from the elation from having endured them and won and else from the pure glee of having been blessed by them each memory great or small sweet or sour acrid or savory is a building block to the person I am today the strong and weak of me the loving and kind of me the friend I can be they are my feet, my sinew, my heart may my head be guided for the better by the meat and milk of my memories © August 16, 2001 |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Hey VAS... like the idea of this one..those memories being stored in the deeper recesses and all... might want to look at condensing it a bit though..of course you know my preference for shorter works so take that with a grain of salt... some good lines in here! |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
yep, I think it could definitely be condensed, it just flowed onto the page as it is and I know I should take a better look at it. thanks for reading and the critique! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Tipping my hat to the master of brevity, I would agree that a little condensing of this would add impact.... but I like the idea, and of course, whenever I think of the word "folds" for some reason blankets come to mind... for others, it's meringue being folded into a cake's batter.... go figure... Enjoyed this VAS....more, please, but condensed, of course! |
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citizenx Member
since 2001-07-31
Posts 189motorcade |
Virginia, over the years I have learned the importance of memories, I have so many of loved ones who have moved away. Treasure them forever, beautiful poem and thanks for stirring up a few of my own memories. snatches of childhood, adolescence, both mine and my daughter's where sometimes the joy is spawned from the elation from having endured them and won and else from the pure glee of having been blessed by them shadows flicker sweet end tame |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Brevity, Schmevity! I like it the way it is, VAS. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
LOL, Thanks, Krawdad...and that from the "3 line-poet reknown" Heh heh heh. One of the areas I was considering omitting ended up being the part that citizenx particularly liked, go figure. I will work on paring it down some, as long as I don't take away any of the meat or milk of it. Thanks all for reading and your wonderful comments!!! |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
Thoughtful piece Virginia...I agree that they are all part of who we are now... they are my feet, my sinew, my heart Thanks for the memory meander Hugs, ~Krista "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. |
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cpalmer Senior Member
since 2001-06-26
Posts 977Phoenix, Az |
Alot of times memories are what make up my world...this is a beautiful write...thanks for sharing! Cindi |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
VAS, the title pulled me in... i have a fetish for memories myself but recently i find it hard to face up to my reality..i hope i will find it within myself to treasure my past, like the speaker in the poem... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful ramble on the marvels of memories Virginia. I like this summation..... "each memory great or small sweet or sour acrid or savory is a building block to the person I am today the strong and weak of me the loving and kind of me the friend I can be" Beautifully penned! |
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