GIFTS

Words are Gifts


Reminiscing

 

The warmth of the past

Refreshed in a way only 

You can experience here

in this space.

 

Not exactly memories

But an inexplicable peace

That surrounds you

With the sights and sounds

Of the past you behold.

 

Only you can drift into

That space

Where the beauty and

enjoyment of now is held.

 

Life can be beautiful when the past merges with ‘that’ now. The feeling you capture that you do not want to let go, but stretch till the day comes to an abrupt end when you revere that space.

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6 responses to “Reminiscing”

  1. That “inexplicable peace” you describe is such a wonderful thing. I believe I’ve experienced what you’re describing in this poem, and it’s such a pleasure. Thank you for this poem.

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  2. It is wonderful to take a few moments and let our thoughts drift back to some of those memories.
    I love the first stanza! I copied some of those lines into my notebook where I record golden lines! Thank you for those beautiful words.

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  3. This is beautiful and really speaks to me tonight. I love how you show that our memories are really spaces that only we can enter. Lovely.

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  4. I love this … you created such space in this poem that the reader is transported to whatever space brings us peace. These lines – “With the sights and sounds
    Of the past you behold.” provide a spark I will follow. Thank you for sharing.

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  5. Beautiful words, Juliette!

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  6. Beautifully written! The “inexplicable peace” is the perfect way to describe that feeling. Love this!!

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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.

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