Amongst The Memories

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 06 Apr 2022
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Dear diary...Amongst all

those young recollections

of diverse friendships,

now I have only memories

that bind us.

 

Words in a poem are linked

by flavours – aromas – musical

sounds and that all important

ingredients: Peace, Love and

Happiness.

 

 

Come knowing scattered

voices, reminisce foraging

summer's feast, blending

whispers while harvesting

nature's essence of peace;

 

those significant moments

resembling clutch of herbs,

gathering combinations with

touch of love; in other

words...

 

capturing unhurried

reflections, companions

diverse; vividly recall

swirling aromas of

flavour that allures,

 

memories that carried us;

sustaining spirit when we

were young, life filled with

challenges; disapproving

frowns from dad and mum.

 

Despite criticism we traveled

far and wide; found festivals

of music, those events where

potent happiness was alive.

 

Although I've now grown

older, shed young skin

retained close by,

musing now in poetry;

keepsakes remain like

a token to apply.

 

Pixabay free to use image.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dear Diary
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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

"musings now in poetry.." "Yes, as we get older we end up valuing memories more. Referencing them in poems is as good a way as any to preserve moments for posterity. Deftly done with an articulate, light touch. Paul :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

you know I'm always writing down memories, because I just don't want to loose them. It's so easy to forget the right words to express that feeling of another time, another place. I'm glad you caught on to what I was trying to convey, and appreciate the comment greatly. 

Many thanks.

Peace and Happiness always.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by celticman on

we've all (well, most of us) shed young skin. your poetry remains young. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

you know I think I shall always remain young inside, hence the keeping of the young skin close by. I hope my poetry does remain young, that's so good to know. Keep the memories alive.

Thank you for stopping by and reading, greatly appreciated.

Peace and Happiness to you and yours.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I like the way you've woven your adventures in the sensory experience; aromas, sounds, 'resembling a clutch of herbs'. Our brains seem to hang onto the sensory memories with astonishing accuracy, a song or the scent of a perfume acting as a time travelling machine. 'Disapproving frowns from mum and dad', yes I remember that stifling feelingall too well.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

yes! You're so right, I couldn't agree with you more about sensory experience. I get quite emotional, being so sensitive, even sometimes crying with happiness when I hear a piece of music that conjures up a time and place. Then there's the fragrance of patchouli or musk which takes me right back to when I was young. 

Glad I'm not the only one who recalls those disapproving frowns. wink 

It's great to be able to share these memories. So thank you for reading and sharing your own thoughts.

Peace and Happiness.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Your diary is a rich seam of golden memories to treasure Jenny

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Oh! What a lovely comment insert. Your expression of this poem means a lot to me, as I try to weave those words together, which take me back.

Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave those moving words.

Peace and Happiness always.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A bit like marandina's thoughts in 'Life through a prism'.
Poor Mum and Dad! They were probably struggling to give wise advice, and not be too worried.

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Yes I thought Paul's example of looking at life through a prism was great. He summed up everything I feel.

When I was a teenager, the age gap between me and my parents was very wide, I was a bit of a rebel. Yet as I went out into the world, and discovered my own sense of being and adventures, finding friendships that came along, I suddenly felt complete and was able to converse better with mum and dad.

Thank you for reading Rhiannon, and also for your comment.

Peace and Happiness.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

this made me think  of special days' memories being like collecting lavender and rosepetals to put in drawers, so sweet and fresh and "potent" as you say, that, long after, clothes of today are scented, by them. Again, you have evoked such a feeling of richness, life enjoyed to its utmost, not a precious second wasted. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

It's lovely to hear from you again. You know it's just as you say, collecting lavender and rose petals is definitely a good example of conjuring up memories. Lavender always reminds me of my gran's garden when we used to visit, I must have been about seven or eight at the time, but the fragrance always sticks in my mind.

The fragrance of roses always reminds me of my mum, she just loved these flowers so much. I have one of her knitted cardigans, the last one she wore before she died, and I keep it in a box, though it's lost her impression, for a while I could smell her and she felt close again.

I have to admit I did take a lot of chances in my younger life, not even considering the consequences of my actions, which could, I suppose have been risky. But I came through with those memories to treasure.

I hope you are well and I wish much Peace and Happiness to you and yours.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Fun and your parent's shocked disapproval., ah yes.

When I was 19 my flatshare was only 5 miles deeper into London and I came home to Wembley Park for Sunday lunch. Mum and Dad wanted to know all about my new job as a trainee tax collector.

'Well' I said 'the people are all right but I don't think they have much imagination.'

'Imagination!' said Dad 'that's for weekends.'

The poor git thought he had failed as a Dad. I had only been in the job one week.

Nine weeks later I had handed in my notice and quit.

I always enjoy you writing, Jenny, lots of common ground. All the best xxxRach

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

you put a big smile on my face. smiley There's a time in our young days where parents never quite understand what's going on in our lives, or how we're thinking. Your story is an example of that parent and young person gap. 

I couldn't wait to leave home and stayed in so many different places with friends, or boyfriends. I also had some scary moments where I was thrown out, but always seemed to land on my feet, like there was an angel watching over me. Friends helped me get through a lot, which I'll always be grateful for.

I'm so grateful to you for leaving a comment, it's nice to know you understand where I'm coming from.

Keep well and Peace and Happiness to you.

Jenny. xxx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

BIG THANK YOU! For those cherries editors.

They were much appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

It's wonderful how aromas can bring back memories. You delineate this admirably, Jenny !!!

hilary  smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

it's lovely to hear from you, hope all is well. You know we're so lucky to have all our senses don't you think? Thank you so much for reading and your lovely comment, it's much appreciated.

Peace and Happiness to you.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Jenny

 

This is a beautiful peom - full of memories and beautiful descriptions.

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

glad you liked and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.