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| 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.
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I leave you with a song that I have been listening to a lot these days.
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...
"love never expressed" is a telling line
ReplyDeleteThanks Neil, I am glad you caught that.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteIt'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
They do become more precious. Thanks for your comments Rochelle, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteBitter sweet, especially the end.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting Alice.
DeleteBeautifully written, even Rod Stewart couldn't spoil it ;-)
ReplyDeleteMy poem over Rod Stewart! Sacrilege! But still I am glad you liked it Iain :-)
DeleteToo little, too late. Too bad.
ReplyDeleteI agree he should have said it earlier. Thanks for your comments Linda.
DeleteSo poignant. Emotive piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa.
DeleteI love the way you show that the narrator received so much pleasure from watching the beloved's happiness. It's so true.
ReplyDeleteThank you Penny I am glad you liked it.
DeleteAlthough the love was never expressed, I'm sure she knew it was there.
ReplyDeleteI am sure she did but the he lives with the regret of never expressing it. Thanks for reading and commenting Clare.
DeleteI think you can actually feel the presence of someone when they have left... the fingerprints, the scents... all in those things.
ReplyDeleteNow that is a thought for another flash :-) Thanks for your comments Björn.
DeleteSome fond memories, yet quite bitter sweet, especially with "love never expressed Not outwardly while feelings inside me did brew".
ReplyDeleteThanks Alistair I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSometimes love has to be shown rather than spoken. The pleasure in another person's joy is proof of love, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee
ReplyDeleteThat is true, actions done matter more than just words. Thanks for your comments Jilly.
DeleteMementoes are powerful things.
ReplyDeleteThey can be indeed. Thanks for reading Liz.
DeleteEvery object has a story. I love the sweet sad memories you express.😊
ReplyDeleteThank you Vivian I am glad you liked it.
Deletethe person must have felt the love even indirectly.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely and thus the lament. Thanks for your comments Plaridel.
DeleteBeautiful but sad. It's these types of things that bring back the most powerful of memories. I love the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you Irene, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteGreat read and so relatable.
ReplyDeleteThank you my nameless friend.
DeleteHow we delay telling our loved ones that we love them.
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes it is too late. Thanks for your comments Indu.
DeleteAlmost impossibly touching, these objects people leave behind. Lovely writing
ReplyDeleteAlong with the memories. Thanks for your comments Lynn, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteWonderful poem, Subroto.
ReplyDeleteThings take on much more meaning when the owners are no longer with us.
Thanks Dale, indeed by their very association with a loved one they become more precious to us.
DeleteMoms often do. Thanks for reading and commenting Stuart.
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