In The Stillness Of Late Years
By skinner_jennifer
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Dear diary...a poem remembering
day trip along coastal path while on a
single parent holiday retreat in Devon.
June 1985.
Struck by father time, as clock ticks without hesitation,
this pleasant sunny afternoon with just photos to guide;
it's been harmonious drifting back, recalling in mind
footprints treading those creative trails, accompanied
by gathering folk whose roots resembled mine, inviting
myriad of memories meandering; so beguiling were those
rays, they feel like illusions these days.
Sensing distant impressions, now I'm out of sync; like
my two little companions who have moved on and aged,
when young we were like spiders threading natural
pleasures,shimmering brightly with whispers of impulsiveness,
there were no muffled calls from flecked conch shells;
only imagination hearing sweet song of ocean's voice
drifting across rolling tides, telling me of tranquility
once traced in calm surroundings, now definitely
worthwhile grasping with playful attention, recalling
combing beaches...finding all kinds of thingamajigs,
that would appear curiously like brief mysteries of
wonderment, yet sometimes yielding the familiar.
Those mind twirling worlds of yesterday mingling
like a tornado, I gather them up, attempting to frame
collective faces no longer cloaked in shadows; some
drip like wax into the here and now, their flame burning
ever brighter...as I recall, though some of those young
resemble tumbleweed scattering in the cacophony of
barren – unfamiliar locations that get confused, each
one pursuing my mind's eye, in the stillness of late years.
Photo's my own.
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Congratulations. This is our
Congratulations. This is our Facebook And Twitter Pick of the Day! Please share.
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You describe well the
You describe well the mingling of memories, some clear, some much more vague, coalescing over the years of time as we get older, but various threads emerging! Rhiannon
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This is wonderful Jenny - I
This is wonderful Jenny - I love the candle wax comparison. Well deserved golden cherries!
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What a wonderful pic, Jenny.
What a wonderful pic, Jenny. And the word "thingamajigs" should be used more often. Super poem and congrats on the POTD. Paul x
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It's a pleasure. I enjoyed it
It's a pleasure. I enjoyed it. And seeing all the lovely feedback you've had. I loved the picture too.
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A lovely photo to complement
A lovely photo to complement a lovely poem, Jenny. I did wonder what you look like and now the picture has given us a glimpse of your feature.
it goes without saying that the Pick was thoroughly deserved.
Luigi xx
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HI Jenny
HI Jenny
What a beautifully written poem of memories of those days. You have a great gift of sharing things from your life.
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Lovely poem, SJ. Evocative
Lovely poem, SJ. Evocative and moving.
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Beautiful Jenny, the light
Beautiful Jenny, the light and shade of memory perfectly conjured. :)
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So much rich language! I
So much rich language! I loved "mind twirling" and
"combing beaches...finding all kinds of thingamajigs,
that would appear curiously like brief mysteries of
wonderment," what a brilliant way to describe all the little creatures in rock pools! You always put words together in a new way. Your son is so lucky to have had such an exciting, intelligent, loving Mum
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Good one
Jenny, I am guessing this one is from your actual journal and you wrote it some time ago. I'm curious if that's true, or if that initial part about the diary is part of the poem itself. Yeah, I wonder weird stuff. Either way, it's very good. Congrats on the golden cherries.
GGHades502
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