Chasing Memories

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 19 Dec 2018
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I'm smiling like one of those

Carousel horses enjoying the

Endless ride, while looking

Back on moments in my life.

 

Don't mind chasing memories...

In fact cravings for those who rode

With me are deep-rooted. Music plays

Endlessly each tune conjuring a time;

 

Illuminating friendships as sound of

Fairground attractions bring hubbub

Of noise exciting – stimulating...even

If a bit blurred with age,

 

Adventures sometimes risky meeting

Adversary along the way, bought

Wisdom which now guides me as on

The ride of life I grow older each day.

 

 

 

Picture from pixabay free images.

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A good one, Jenny, and an apt analogy. We all chase our memories.

Luigi xx

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Seems to come full circle (!) to the looking forward and the learning from difficult experiences too by the end of your poem. You somehow highlight the cicling of life's years, with much similarity, but differences as the journey winds forwards, and hopefully the looking back helps the perseverence forward too. Yes, the carousel image seems helpful. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for the read Luigi. I was just remembering another time in my life and thought the I P fitted it well, then came up with the idea that we do chase memories. I find if I'm doing a certain daily task, it conjures up a certain time in my life, or if I hear a piece of music, again I'm taken back.

Glad you understood where I was coming from with this one and thank you again for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I always remember my gran loving to tell me of her younger days, now I understand why. I think that's why it's important to live a full life when younger, so you have many happy memories to look back on when you're too old to do them. I think I probably wore this poor body out...smile smiley, but at least I've achieved a lot, and for me that's comforting.

Like you say, the journey is winding down like those old carousel horses of many years ago.

Glad you liked this poem and thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. 

 

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"Illuminating friendships as sound of

Fairground attractions bring hubbub

Of noise exciting – stimulating...even

If a bit blurred with age,"

love this verse

Also, interesting how blurred and hubbub both have 'b' sound, as though sight and sound is blunt, everything round, nothing sharp to stand out

A merrygoround seems more hopeful than existence being a straight line? If it's a circle you get another go if you make a mistake. Or you get to do something wonderful again another time?

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You're spot on as always with your thoughts on this poem Di. I'm one of those people who enjoys looking back and it never bothers me how many times I capture the same moments, they still always give me a smile. smiley

Thank you again for sharing your impressions, always enjoy reading.

Jenny.