Memories

Memories

A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin
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I remember long sighs of wind through pines;
Creak and drip of great, grey, heavy bough
Sunlight filtered; kaleidoscope patterns

Upon my skin; sweet memory now


Lying in the shade with a broken leg
On a yellow glider with chipping paint
Observing butterflies and birds;
Columns of ants as they came and went


The grass was green and honeybees
Swarmed across the clover blossoms
I was young and quick to heal
From injury and other problems


I long to hear that wind again
But the pines were cut and are no more
So I sigh myself; remembering
Memories kept from childhood’s hour


© 2017 Fabian G. Franklin



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Fabian G. Franklin,
"Memories"
I love the touch of this past memory in your writing. Beautiful opening verse;
"I remember long sighs of wind through pines' Creak and drip of great, grey heavy bough, sunlight filtered; kaleidoscope patterns upon my skin; sweet memory now."
I was pulled in to the sweetness! Youth placed in stillness and could do nothing but observe in your injury.
"I long to hear that wind again....So I sigh myself; remembering"
It's interesting to me how this is a common but precious trait of humanity; the retaining of memories as real as today.
Great poem
Blessings,
Kathy


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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thanks for reading. That was a long summer, a long time ago. Bless.



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Fabian G. Franklin,
"Memories"
I love the touch of this past memory in your writing. Beautiful opening verse;
"I remember long sighs of wind through pines' Creak and drip of great, grey heavy bough, sunlight filtered; kaleidoscope patterns upon my skin; sweet memory now."
I was pulled in to the sweetness! Youth placed in stillness and could do nothing but observe in your injury.
"I long to hear that wind again....So I sigh myself; remembering"
It's interesting to me how this is a common but precious trait of humanity; the retaining of memories as real as today.
Great poem
Blessings,
Kathy


Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thanks for reading. That was a long summer, a long time ago. Bless.
I think the life best lived is that of simplicity. I am surrounded by pines, and they always inspire me. Memories are evergreen glimmers of the past. I love the picture as well.

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Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thanks and yes, that's me in 1966. I was 5 years old here. I didn't break my leg until three years l.. read more
I liked the words and thoughts. When we look back. Sometimes feel like someone else life. I liked the memories shared and the thoughts in your words. Thank you Fabian for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Agree my friend. The world seems to change as we do...so we are different people looking back on a .. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are welcome my friend.
much quicker we heal when we are young....not just physically, but the heart also...

was in Boone this past year...visited my dad before he died...he was at the Deerfield Ridge Memory care unit....nice folks there, really took good care of him...
Boone is such an interesting town...reminds me much of Carbondale...but quainter in a good way...
your poetry is refreshing to read tonight....thank you...

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Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thank you. Yes, it's a quaint town. You should have visited the Mast General Store. Like a step back.. read more
I relate to these memories and share in your longings. I used to become bored with my father talking about the old days of his youth and how much things had changed. Now I bore my son with those kind of stories. It's life on planet earth, I guess.

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Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thanks Sam, the good old days...it makes one wonder if progress is actually progress at all.

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