precious unaltered moments
the symmetry of which
never wavers
even when out of focus
as images do
in the memory of ones’ mind
laughter repeating
over and over again
& you know
it is completing
the song
the dance
colors languish
a day never to repeat
as no two are the same
because you know
in your heart of hearts
in another time
you will meet
© March 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From The Morgue File
No two memories are the same. No two are alike. The resemblance ends with the many different people who have them, even though they might have been in the same place at the same time. What do you see, when you see a specific color, a winding road, a waterfall? What brings to your mind the smell of food cooking, bread baking? We each store our memories in different ways and our senses bring them alive each day that we live. In this way we are never really alone.


Loved this poem Renee…. you are so right, no two memories are the same.. We could view the same event and yet we would each view and hold it differently within our minds..
Today I visited a post about a clock.. and it brought back memories of my Dad’s ticking clock upon the wall as a child… and its chime… Thank you for your moment to reflect upon memory… I am sure if we each take the time, we can all recall those beautiful ones as we learn to let go of the sadden ones.
Love and Blessings And I hope you are not working as hard.. and I like your new look too 🙂
Sue xox
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How right you are…our memories are uniquely our own…very personal. Lovely sentiment expressed here, Renee.
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I can’t help but write things about those things that I remember. Much of my writing stems from that. Hope you are well. 🙂
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That you write about these treasured memories, Renee, produces authenticity in your work. These are the kind that touch me the most and create an emotional reaction. Having a bit of a blip in the health department but hope it will pass soon. Thanks.
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Feel better soon. Smiles
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I appreciate that…thank you.
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