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Friday, August 19, 2011

Crystal memories in the transparent glassy cupboard...

(an old thought expressed on april 22, 2009)

There are memories
And there are layers of memories
I wrap each of them
Very carefully and tenderly
In satin and silk emotions
And put them
Neatly
In the glassy transparent cupboard of my psyche
To be protected by my white soul
And to be withdrawn in silent afternoons
Looked at, remembered and cherished
Felt, cried, touched, kissed, cradled
And then placed back ....
With a lingering desire to open them again....
In crisp afternoons..
During starry nights
When the waves of my emotions..
Touch a high..
And i go back to my ...
Glassy transparent cupboard...
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15 comments:

  1. Velvet Over SteelAugust 19, 2011 at 6:09 AM

    Amazing and Beautiful poem!! It certainly touched my memories... :-) ~ Coreen XOXO

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  2. SeyAugust 19, 2011 at 11:18 AM

    Magical words put together. This is lovely and magical. I love it.

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  3. UnknownAugust 19, 2011 at 11:33 AM

    How beautiful! I wish my memory was better because I would love to cherish them like you do.

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  4. Kim@stuffcould....August 19, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    Beautiful description of our memories!!

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  5. DEZMONDAugust 19, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    very crystal :)

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  6. JulesAugust 19, 2011 at 12:40 PM

    OMG, that is truly your best piece!! At least that I have read, I absolutely love it. :)

    Sorry about my post this morning a new one is up now but THANKS for letting me know you were there.
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

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  7. honeyAugust 19, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    I LOVE this! Beautiful! xoxo

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  8. RHYTHM AND RHYMEAugust 19, 2011 at 2:53 PM

    This is beautiful and such a joy to read.

    Have a wonderful week-end.
    Yvonne.

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  9. Shivani SinghAugust 20, 2011 at 5:39 AM

    Beautifully expressed thoughts about memories.
    Memories flood me all the time and as you have just rendered so lyrically...i too feel that i am ME because of my memories.
    No old thought this however...feels fresh and new to me.:)

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  10. Pics, Prayers and PompomsAugust 20, 2011 at 11:29 AM

    Such a touching piece. I love your writing style. So glad to hear from you the other day.

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  11. Of One HeartAugust 23, 2011 at 2:21 PM

    Ah! This scared me for a bit- looking back at life needs courage; but above that, I like the words you've used here. It reached my soul, this one.

    New header! Yay!

    p.s. here's a hug, friend!

    xoxo

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  12. Golden EagleAugust 27, 2011 at 10:12 AM

    This is a beautiful poem!

    Thank you for coming by my blog. :)

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  13. Elliot GraceAugust 28, 2011 at 7:19 PM

    ...breathtaking!

    Well done, your best piece I've read so far ;)

    EL

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  14. ShaifaliSeptember 9, 2011 at 11:29 PM

    Beautiful just like you!
    Memories always bring more memories....
    "With a lingering desire to open them again....
    In crisp afternoons.."
    the cupboard of memories always bring smiles/tears/desperations/some regrets...yet it is so close to heart that it is always soothing to open them up and spread it even just for a while on our heart!!!

    Magical! Loved reading it thoroughly and experiencing it.

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  15. RajaSeptember 23, 2011 at 11:38 AM

    Sometimes you want to read a poem twice, thrice may be, or even more times. It touches a specific cord. This is one of them. Beautiful!

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