Frozen Memories
In the evening of his life,
he visited a shadow from his past,
hoping to unearth a dream.
He gazed at her captivating smile,
silver hair spilling in soft waves
across her forehead.
“Why did you marry the other,
who left you with nothing?
I would have given you dozens of diamonds.”
“I have my own gems,” she smiled.
She opened her shoebox,
lifting frozen memories into the light.
“Look at this one.
We sat by the crackling fire,
as darkness wrapped around us.
Stars decorated the sky,
teaching us the art of shining.
We drank in the Milky Way’s magnificence,
our hearts drifting through the galaxy.”
“Oh, and this one.
Snug beneath soft sheets,
we breathed life into our stories,
listening to the thunder’s heartbeat,
tracing the veins of lightning.
The sky cleared as the storm softened,
and ever since, we have loved
the song of rain.”
Her eyes sparkled, catching the last light.
He turned to leave,
while she held her treasures close,
riches of memory,
glimmering, eternal.
A heartfelt poem - I loved it
ReplyDeleteI love the stars "training us in the art of shining" Will remember that when I look at the sky next!
ReplyDeleteFrozen, in your poem is a gentle way of preserving to relive. Nothing can compete. I love the form and use of dialogue.
ReplyDeletememories are really precious aren't they? I loved that the memories were in a shoebox.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery, Marja. I have to say a lucky woman in love for life definitely has stars in her eyes that glitter like diamonds.
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely, thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteDeeply felt, indeed. A great take on memory.
ReplyDeleteOh, so lovely...memories worth more than a ton of diamonds, surely. I love the images you painted in this beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is so incredibly touching, Marja. Beautifully executed.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of an interview with a famous woman. She was asked about her diamonds, and her reply was that her children are her diamonds. I liked the answer, as I like the woman's answer in your poem about memories being her gems.
ReplyDeletePoor rich man, wise woman who exchanged gems for diamonds.
ReplyDeleteWell expressed and touching tale.
ReplyDeleteThat poor rich man, so lacking in sweet memories. This is gorgeous, Marja!
ReplyDeleteThis conversation shows the value of memories! Quite a tale!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Marja. She chose the right mate, certainly.
ReplyDeleteHi Marja - clever poem ... and shows us life in a poetic nutshell ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDelete*High Five*... this piece adds to the swirl in a simple uplifting way. Thank you for this beautiful writing, Marja! We're all different and it's OK to be different. We're all born with our own strengths and weaknesses... it's about letting our strengths shine. You definitely chose the best....!!
ReplyDeleteNow, she gave him a memory to savor.
ReplyDeleteVery well done!
ReplyDeleteA bittersweet and poignant piece Marja. Beautiful.
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Wonderful poetry Marja... and loved the perspective it was written.. Hope all is well with you all too... Sending LOVE your way my friend.. Sue xx
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. I loved these lines:
ReplyDelete"We drank in the
magnificence of the Milky Way,
our hearts drifting down the galaxy."
"The sky did clear as
the storm lost its ugly face
We since loved the song of the rain"
Poignant.
ReplyDeleteInterestingly beautiful philosophy of life as simple as it can be. Good write.
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