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The Book of Memories

Inside my book of memories
  there runs a rill of crystal-clear
day-dreams, half-truths, uncertainties
  I have kept safe since yesteryear.

Pale violet, in my childhood days,
  the primulae of early spring;
a fan of fern, a forest maze,
  a fly-agaric fairy ring…

the blackberry, the haw, the hip –
  in my mind’s eye all pirouette,
as sunbeams through sky-nectar drip –
  I see them all in silhouette.

The clean, crisp texture of each page…
  they flare, and on my fingers rasp.
I sigh, and am resigned to age;
  I close the book, snap tight the clasp.


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Word Bank:

Pale, book, crisp, fan, violet, drip, texture, clasp, ring, silhouette

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  • RedAquarius
    March 29, 2008

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    This reminds me of my trips to Scotland, fields f heather, lush flora and all of it soft yet sharp at the same time. Good job on bronze!


  • adios muchachos gold member
    March 29, 2008

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    Mairi, in Scotland somewhere!

    Sharp! This is the first I've seen of these word bank things. I can only imagine the quality of the gold and silver after seeing this.

    Johannes


    • Mairi bheag gold member
      March 29, 2008
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      Dundee, near enough.

      Thanks. Better, I would think, obviously. I would check them out if I were you, hermano.


  • EvilKate
    March 29, 2008

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    I am a free-verse junkie (I confess!) - but only because I could never match the rigour of something such as this!

    Thank you for the lesson

    • Mairi bheag gold member
      March 29, 2008
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      Thank you for that comment. It is high praise.

      I love poetry of any type, so long as it is good. As for my own, I try my best.


  • EeyoreUK
    March 28, 2008

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    how lovely this is, its great to look back upon memories, gives us something to smile about and sometimes reminds us of just how old we really are.


  • Amera gold member
    March 28, 2008

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    Amazing and perfect in rhyme and meter. I guess we're all "resigned" to our age. This poem is really good because as you "close the book" and "sigh" so does the reader.

    Love,
    Amera♥


  • pantress silver member
    March 27, 2008

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    This is a wonderful rhyme. Great use of the choosen words. Best of luck. Jen


  • Dalaney gold member
    March 27, 2008

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    ut oh, Hilly has some competition lol

    Do you know how very very much I adore
    the heart and mind of the poet who wrote
    these exquisite words? This is breathtaking...

    Love, Lane


  • Laura Lamarca gold member
    March 27, 2008

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    Rhyme and perfect rhythm, excellent opening stanza...as always, such a pleasure to read


  • Fading.Heart
    March 27, 2008

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    I Love The Last Part
    "The clean, crisp texture of each page…
    they flare, and on my fingers rasp.
    I sigh, and am resigned to age;
    I close the book, snap tight the clasp."
    That's my favourite I love how you use all those describing words and the rhyming structure lets it flow easily. The title is also very effective as it draws the reader in. Well done on a good write

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