Shrouded Memories
By a102866
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As the rising sun
crests to its peak
then hovers on the horizon
and with laser-like precision
penetrates the suppliant pores
creating a radiant sheen
so, a poignant moment
moves to the prefrontal lobe
lingers on the mind's eye cusp
then filters into the amygdala
and joy steams to the surface
At the long day's end
the sun slowly descends
the residual steam rises
blending into the atmosphere
cooling clouds occlude
so, the incubated joy
releases its warmth
the glow fades as
the emotive strain
is qued in memory's vault
etched into the quilted fabric
shrouded by successive rings
As night falls
a pale moon quivers
on twilight's horizon
pulling the drifting tides
back into its orbit
sifting the floor silts
then regurgitating spent life
so, in life's later stages
shadows from the past
form a nostalgic wave
roll over the seasoned mind
blipping with emotive strands
feint pulses send shock waves
deep into the memory bank
dredging up the briny granules
encrusted with layers of time
dressing them with garnish
their texture to refinish
spicing them with anecdotes
the dated moments to re-savor
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Looking after 2 elderly in
Looking after 2 elderly in-laws, they find it easier to talk together about the dredged up memories, though sometimes mixed up stories and eras emerge, but they still enjoy it!
A lot of interesting metaphors going on here. Rhiannon
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