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Memories

A lily in the pond A mountain beyond; A blue sky in spring A bird on the wing. The rippling call Of a waterfall; A soft spring rain A robin's refrain. Fields full of flowers Spending long hours With arms around you Speak words not a few. Such little things To remember for years; The songs we sing Memories with tears.

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Nick Bagnall

Date: 11/8/2011 5:20:00 AM

melancholy, but a fine fine poem, enjoyed your rhyming.

Dinda Minardi

Date: 10/26/2011 10:12:00 AM

This remind me of someone... surely brings back memories... beautiful, Elizabeth.

John Castro

Date: 10/26/2011 8:16:00 AM

i enjoyed myself with a friend yesterday we went to the peer even though its winter it felt like spring it was wonderful we ate boiled shrimp and king crabs lol 7up

Tobey Hill

Date: 10/26/2011 7:45:00 AM

my kind of place, a pond with lillies with a mountain backdrop...nice work Elizabeth...TAH

James Peranteau

Date: 10/26/2011 5:05:00 AM

This write has it's own appeal to it Elizabeth. Many souls have penned their artistic thoughts to this; "Memories" dear poet....I definitely like your cast of the sub mater here! Have a good one....much love,james

Bl Devnath

Date: 10/25/2011 10:31:00 PM

My friend, you have bound memories with tears where left remember of years of past songs which more or less everyone bears. Truly written. Thanks for sharing. bl

Terrell Martin

Date: 10/25/2011 2:20:00 PM

By the way, this one gets saved to Favs:)

Terrell Martin

Date: 10/25/2011 2:18:00 PM

Dear Liz, you have this knack for expressing such deeply felt beauty about life and yet, simultaneously capturing the sadness of lost love. It's what I admire most about you and your writing...its so brutally honest about all the good, the bad and the ugly of this world we all share and experience. But your focus is on the beauty and for that I'll keep coming back for more. God bless you my dear poetic friend.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/25/2011 11:01:00 AM

Liz,, all memories end up with joy or tears... a very pleasant poem... very pretty lines.... sadly the tears always express their way out,..p.d.

Russell Sivey

Date: 10/25/2011 8:43:00 AM

Sorry Lizzie, I did not receive my Soup Mail...I don't know what the deal is. I hate it that I can't get it...I would like to get your message, it's just not showing up. Thanks for your interest and your caring to write to me. I really appreciate it. I hope there's just a delay in the Soup Mail and that I'll get it soon. I couldn't find your Poetry Soup address...Maybe I'll find it!

Jack Horne

Date: 10/25/2011 7:44:00 AM

Lovely romantic write, my friend

Nette Onclaud

Date: 10/25/2011 7:17:00 AM

ectasy in its fullest degree, lizzie... richter scale heightens!..lovely..:) hugggs!

Judy Ball

Date: 10/25/2011 6:21:00 AM

This is so beautiful Liz. I think it would be great for a my favorite things contest . I loved this. The imagery here was great. You speak volumes here with few words. God Bless, JB

M. Hussain Effendi

Date: 10/25/2011 1:34:00 AM

Feels like heaven, doesn't it? This one made me drift again. Thanks for sharing, dear Liz

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 10/24/2011 10:03:00 PM

Hey, this shows me that less can be more. I love how you wrote, "speak words not a few" in a poem with few words. Clever wordsmith. You're both classic and fresh. Cheers and hugs, Cyndi

Jl Sadberry

Date: 10/24/2011 7:18:00 PM

Smile, *^_^* “I Do Not Know Exactly Why It Is *^_^* Well, Yes I Do But, I Have A Hard Time Grasping These Thoughts of Tears My Dear Precious & Priceless, Blessed & Beautiful Friend Elizabeth! * I Shed Tears Sometimes But From Love's Eyes & For The Most, They Are Amid Gratitudes Moments *^_^* Ever Seeing The Beauty In What Shall Soon Forevermore Be * Yet, Yesss, My Heart Does Stir Deeply, From The Pangs of Love.... * This Is A Very Pretty Poem *^_^* Status Quo Brushed By A Very Gifted & Beautiful Poetess &, Thank You, for Your Warm Sweet Visit!” === My Love, Always, Jasper *

Russell Sivey

Date: 10/24/2011 7:01:00 PM

Very nice write here Lizzie! I enjoyed this rhyming scheme! Awesome job! btw, I never received your soup mail you sent...sorry about that. also I have been struggling lately with personal problems, and am depressed lately thus the reason for the lack of posted poetry and lack of comments...I'm just struggling right now. I really miss PoetrySoup but just can't find the time for it, nor the willpower...just so you know I will be back real soon and hopefully refreshed and invigorated! GoodNight Lizzie

Nancy Jones

Date: 10/24/2011 6:40:00 PM

Sweetness. I listened to crickets chirping tonite, was cool. Namaste~N

John Aaron Green

Date: 10/24/2011 6:27:00 PM

very touching if i say so,,,wonderful,,,awesome,,,brilliant.....very much enjoyed it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,thank you....

Gwendolen Song

Date: 10/24/2011 5:50:00 PM

Simple snapshots of nature and love intertwined. I can envision a photo album of all these images, Elizabeth. Beautiful poem...I picture this as a song played in e minor with a flute. :) Gwendolen.

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 10/24/2011 5:11:00 PM

The title attracted my attention and I read your charming poem. Very impressive, indeed. Beautiful thoughts -very poetic. Memories can be haunting. They do bring tears. May be you would like to read my poem Yesteryears. Thanks for your illuminating comments on my poem The Concealed Anguish. Have a nice day. -Mohammad

Steven Cooke

Date: 10/24/2011 2:09:00 PM

Memories are precious, and yes it would make a good song. Always a pleasure to read your work Elizabeth.

Daver Austin

Date: 10/24/2011 1:16:00 PM

This would make a good song, Liz. There is already a song by that title, but what the heck. Love, those memories. Love, daver

Tony Lane

Date: 10/24/2011 10:56:00 AM

This is lovely Lizzy. Tony

Robert Johnson

Date: 10/24/2011 10:21:00 AM

I'll walk with you in the summer breeze. And spend the day under the trees. Where yesterday can live once more. As we walk together through that door.