Strands Of Thought

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 19 Nov 2019
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As I sit here on bright

November afternoon,

Warmth of sun

Giving pleasure,

As rays stream

Through into

Conservatory,

 

Crystal hangs in

Window ensuring

Rainbow colours

Dance around in

Silent wonder,

Bouncing off

Painted walls,

 

I, savour silence

Of hushed

Shorthand days,

When memories

Flash in and out

Like glistening

Treasured jewels,

 

Recalling:-

 

Locarno ballroom...

Top Rank and

Disco balls,

Last smooches to

Roberta Flack's

First time ever

I saw your face,

 

That dangerous liaison

With a handsome hunk...

The kind that

Leaves a girl

Wondering if being

Spontaneous

Is the right thing to do.

 

Living in the moment

Was so easy back then,

But now that thrill

Of uncertainty is just

A distant friend

When youth was

On my side.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

The splitting of the light separating memories.

And maybe aware that youth impetuosity could have gone wrong, and thankful for protection from dangers unaware in youth to look out for? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jolono on

Ahh sweet memories Jennifer, the ballroom, the glitter ball, that last dance. Oh yes...remember them well.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for reading Rhiannon,

you got the light from the crystal separating memories completely right.

I often used to think about the dangers of accepting lifts from guys we met once, yet for me at the time it was living in the moment. I'm just glad I came through and have sweet memories.

Appreciate you comment and thanks again.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Joe,

it's been a long time since I've read your writing. Hope you're well and I'm glad you remember those special days. I think the crystal of rainbow colours dancing around the room reminded me of those glitter balls.

I have fond memories of dancing in a circle with friends around handbags...then having the last smooch with some guy. Happy days. smiley

Anyway it's lovely to hear from you and thank you so much for reading and your comment.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

It is always a treat to find you have posted something! This is so lovely :

"When memories

Flash in and out

Like glistening

Treasured jewels,"

But your poem is very deep, it's a brilliant metaphor, the flashing lights in the darkness exciting but also disorienting, making you forget things you know in daylight

"Wondering if being

Spontaneous

Is the right thing to do."

each risk you take being like a sparkle in the darkness

and then the sadness at the end. But remembering the certainty of the constant sunlight at the beginning of the poem, which brings warmth and life and wisdom

I will have to come back to read this again!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

your words are so kind, they cheer me up. Thank you so much for reading and giving me confidence.

To know you want to come back and read again means a lot.

Jenny.