Lost Keepsakes
Do you still keep those memories
we once held dear, now that we have
nothing else to share? The one thing
we could not divide between us
dwindled away for me, once we went
our separate ways, leaving nothing
but faint memories of memories.
This is my response to Quadrille #91 – Keep — the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word keep in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
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This one makes my heart hurt. When even the good bits have faded it’s supposed to mean healed, I guess…
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And healing is sometimes painful.
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So faint and fragile are those memories…
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To be replaced by new.
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I guess memories can be shared but, not split. Perhaps in time they just fade away into another day.
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As we move on.
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Nicely articulated – I’d guess a lot of us wonder this, but don’t recall ever putting it into words. Now you’ve done it for us all. Thanks!
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Thank you, Jazz. This wasn’t at the front of my mind, but then I never know where a prompt will take me.
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A sad truth. Good write.
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Thank you.
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oh this feels like bleeding out might feel…
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But then we heal.
Thank you.
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The shadows of memoriesKen, fading and morphing with time. Nice write.
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Yes, especially the morphing. Thanks, Rob.
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A lovely poem, Ken. It made me think.
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Thank you, Robbie. The less memories mean to us, the less we think about them, and the fainter they become.
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That is very true, Ken.
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Beautiful. Memories dim but can’t be erased.
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Yes, part of us is a part of them.
Thank you.
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Oh Ken, I welled up when I read your quadrille! I’m sure we all have faint memories of memories.
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Life experiences. Thank you, Kim.
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Beautifully written Ken, those faint memories of memories feel ready to be free 🕊
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Thank you, Xenia. As we move on we build new memories, they’re value of the most importance.
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Nice last line where what is left is not memories but memories of memories.
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Thank you, Frank. Yes, fading, but still a part of our journey.
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And yet that sadness remains for what is lost. Beautiful. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. Recognizing their value, but knowing their significance is usurped by new, treasured experience.
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oh, ouch. I keep those memories, and the love. Which of us is doing it right?
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I think it comes down to the importance we place on the new experience.
Thank you.
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You have captured sadness here. It’s sad for me to think of a relationship where nothing was worth keeping.
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There is some shared experience than can never be erased, moving forward can also mean new treasures.
Thank you, Ali.
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‘faint memories of memories…” Beautiful line, Ken.
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Thank you, Steve. 🙂
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When old memories fade, ’tis time to make new
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Indeed! Thank you.
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Sometimes memories are all we have left ….
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Yes, but new ones await.
Thank you.
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I wonder if there isn’t memories we have lost… sometimes I feel those faint traces.
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I’ve always been bad at remembering details, and there are memories that I don’t value anymore. I wish those were the only ones that seem to fade.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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✨✨😁
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This is sad, touching, and beautiful.
It makes me think of my mom right now–my parents were divorced (twice)–but I think they were both still the love of each other’s life. And now she talks about him a lot.
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