Moving Day

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 17 Jan 2012
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Time to pack up –
moving on
as one does...

The brooch
you often wore,
till it broke...
aeons ago...
the note
you wrote
inviting me
to dinner;
theatre tickets
for two
when we saw
Noel Gordon
in ‘Call me Madam’.
The crow’s feather
we found
on Dunstable Downs...
the pebble
that looked like
a heart;
a momentum
of Chesil Beach...
The Champagne cork
from our 25th ...
the safety pin
I just happened to have
when your bra snapped
on a five-mile
charity run we did.
A pressed rose petal –
the last one left
of many you’d kept
in your bible
as a kid...
and a sprig
of dried,
wild thyme
from the place
where, now,
you lay at peace.
All these things
to be packed away
in a box...until
some day
I’ll open it up –
sort it over, again...

moving on
as one does, or...
so we kid ourselves.

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, I love the moments you talk about in this poem, recalling times past and placing them in a box, until some day you'll look at them again and remember. I think it's times and momentums that are hard to let go of, I know I can't let go of a lot of things, but then I'm a hoarder, but it's nice to look back. You said it all in this beautiful poem. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Jenny. I think we are all hoarders at heart really. Human nature, I guess;-) Tina

 

Submitted by andrea on
You'll look back at all those things in a few years time, Tina, and it'll be like they are all new and fresh again. I hope you and the family are all well. http://www.ukauthors.com

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks for that, andrea. So very good to hear from you, and hey...I guess you're right. Hope things are well with you, as they are with us;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Indrani Ananda on
Indrani Ananda I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory. Indrani.

Indrani Ananda

Submitted by Indrani Ananda on
Indrani Ananda I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory. Indrani.

Indrani Ananda

Submitted by Indrani Ananda on
Indrani Ananda I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory. Indrani.

Indrani Ananda

Submitted by Indrani Ananda on
Indrani Ananda I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory. Indrani.

Indrani Ananda

Submitted by Indrani Ananda on
Indrani Ananda Sorry about the repeat postings, Tina - something went wrong with the post procedure. Indrani

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Indrani - please, don't apologise. I am really grateful you read this, and left that lovely comment, which is so very true. Thank you;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Highhat on
How sad Tina- but memories you cherish I am sure.. Yes put the box away a while... ;)Pia

Submitted by Highhat on
How sad Tina- made me cry you know- no tissues just the back of my hand- memories you cherish ..but not the same if you could share them with your daughter... Yes put the box away a while... (trust a Mother to have a safety pin handy..;D) ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Pia...I just might put the box away...as you say, for a while at least, and don't Mothers always have safety pins;-)? Hope your tears are dry now;-) Many thanks for your lovely words. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Love the short line structure in this one, Tina. The poem trickles so beautifully from the page, spinning a thin web of images. Beautiful constructed. Well done on the cherry! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Magic;-) You words are so very beautiful, they are a poem in themselves, and I love your description of a poem 'trickling...from the page, spinning a web of images', and you, of all people, should know;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Tina, A beautiful poem that says so much in it's simplicity! Moya
 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Well thank you, Moya. Pleased you thought so;-) Tina