Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Remembrance

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Cleaning out the house I found knick knacks
Like those crystal vases you delighted to buy
Bringing each one out from under the wraps
And waiting to see if I would blink an eye

I held each one up and thought of you
Of words, emotions, love never expressed
Not outwardly while feelings inside me did brew
Bringing memories long dormant and suppressed

Your happiness was like watching a flower bloom
That you had bought them from shops I always knew
Saying nothing as the joy you got filled the room
I feel it now even after bidding you adieu

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And on this week's episode of the Friday Fictioneers it's back to some more poetry.  

To read other stories by the Fictioneers this week click here

I leave you with a song that I have been listening to a lot these days.



I'd love read what you think about this post...

40 comments :

  1. Anonymous8:46 am

    "love never expressed" is a telling line

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    1. Thanks Neil, I am glad you caught that.

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  2. Dear Subroto,

    It's funny how important the little things become when the person who owned them is gone. Lovely poem and one of my favorite songs.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. They do become more precious. Thanks for your comments Rochelle, I am glad you liked it.

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  3. Bitter sweet, especially the end.

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting Alice.

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  4. Beautifully written, even Rod Stewart couldn't spoil it ;-)

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    1. My poem over Rod Stewart! Sacrilege! But still I am glad you liked it Iain :-)

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  5. Too little, too late. Too bad.

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    1. I agree he should have said it earlier. Thanks for your comments Linda.

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  6. So poignant. Emotive piece.

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  7. I love the way you show that the narrator received so much pleasure from watching the beloved's happiness. It's so true.

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    1. Thank you Penny I am glad you liked it.

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  8. Although the love was never expressed, I'm sure she knew it was there.

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    1. I am sure she did but the he lives with the regret of never expressing it. Thanks for reading and commenting Clare.

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  9. I think you can actually feel the presence of someone when they have left... the fingerprints, the scents... all in those things.

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    1. Now that is a thought for another flash :-) Thanks for your comments Björn.

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  10. Some fond memories, yet quite bitter sweet, especially with "love never expressed Not outwardly while feelings inside me did brew".

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    1. Thanks Alistair I am glad you liked it.

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  11. Anonymous3:28 am

    Sometimes love has to be shown rather than spoken. The pleasure in another person's joy is proof of love, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee

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    1. That is true, actions done matter more than just words. Thanks for your comments Jilly.

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  12. Mom left an abundance of these things.

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    1. Moms often do. Thanks for reading and commenting Stuart.

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  13. Mementoes are powerful things.

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    1. They can be indeed. Thanks for reading Liz.

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  14. Every object has a story. I love the sweet sad memories you express.😊

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    1. Thank you Vivian I am glad you liked it.

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  15. the person must have felt the love even indirectly.

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    1. Definitely and thus the lament. Thanks for your comments Plaridel.

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  16. Beautiful but sad. It's these types of things that bring back the most powerful of memories. I love the last two lines.

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    1. Thank you Irene, I am glad you liked it.

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  17. Anonymous8:12 am

    Great read and so relatable.

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  18. How we delay telling our loved ones that we love them.

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    1. And sometimes it is too late. Thanks for your comments Indu.

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  19. Almost impossibly touching, these objects people leave behind. Lovely writing

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    1. Along with the memories. Thanks for your comments Lynn, I am glad you liked it.

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  20. Wonderful poem, Subroto.
    Things take on much more meaning when the owners are no longer with us.

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    1. Thanks Dale, indeed by their very association with a loved one they become more precious to us.

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