Daniel Turner Poet Sonnet

Golden Memories

Reflecting on one's past is commonplace
We weigh our choices with old lessons learned.
When looking in a mirror at our face
Our youth is scarred with wrinkles, laurels earned.

Some folks will call it "living in the past"
It is a fate that comes with growing old
And truthfully, it all went by so fast
In one eye blink, a lifetime can unfold

Yet all of us are rich in memories
Which seem to me, to come and go at will
They are the remnants of life's vagaries
We drink like wine, until we've had our fill

The next time one decides to come around
Be thankful for the treasure you have found.


    by Daniel Turner

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Kelly Deschler September 27, 2023 at 6:28 PM May we all be "rich in memories" and also be generous enough to share such wealth with others... I enjoy the rhyming, the expressiveness and the wisdom that is always found in your work. Very well done, Daniel :)

Matt Starking April 23, 2023 at 4:17 PM Memories are special, but more special when it's golden, I like this one Daniel Turner April 23, 2023 at 5:36 PM Hello Matt. I appreciate your support my friend. Great to see you:) Hope you had a super weekend.

Emma Goodridge-Hobson March 18, 2023 at 11:39 AM This is beautiful. Wonderful images. Thank you for your work. Daniel Turner March 18, 2023 at 1:00 PM Thank you, Emma. A great joy to look up and see a new face:) I appreciate your kindness and your support. You have a pretty name:)

Paula Goldsmith March 17, 2023 at 8:59 AM I enjoyed this one. Good memories are the best kind to have. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away................... Daniel Turner March 18, 2023 at 12:58 PM Thank you, Paula. I appreciate your time and your support.

Sandra Haight February 23, 2023 at 5:54 PM I really like your Sonnet, Daniel! So much I can identify with too. Yes, those years do fly by so fast, and thank God we have those memories! Your poem is beautifully written! Sandra

Anisha Dutta February 23, 2023 at 9:32 AM Yet all of us…….until we’ve had our fill’ I feel exactly in same way. I am enchanted. Enjoy your memories.

Heidi Sands January 22, 2023 at 12:54 PM How are you DT? Are you ok?

Craig Cornish November 24, 2022 at 7:30 PM Perfectly composed and conceived Daniel!!

Bette Bavington November 20, 2022 at 2:44 AM Super job. It makes one miss the family and friends who used to be around. I hope all is well with you. My mom passed on her favorite day Halloween. We are celebrating the birth of my granddaughter Rhiannon who arrived yesterday. Life goes on as I spend time with family before heading back to our forty four foot Thompson Trawler. We might see a white christmas on her. Who knows. Anyway. Take care.

Eve Roper October 26, 2022 at 7:40 PM By the time we've gotten old we've learned alot , but still learning. Where have you been my friend Daniel Turner October 27, 2022 at 6:46 AM A wealth of knowledge and experience that no one wants to hear. I've been right here Eve. Great to see you again. I hope all is well with you. Thank you for the friendly visit.

Susan Woodrow September 20, 2022 at 9:23 AM Lovely sonnet and I esp like the third stanza and ending…yes, still making memories here…in fact, i had to go check out your poem ‘where I call home’ to confirm my memory recall that you lived in Hot Springs Arkansas.. i will be flying there with my daughter on first October on our way to St. Louis so if you are anywhere near the Hot Springs National Park which we intend to spend time visiting, it would be nice to meet you for lunch or tea or a walk in the park :) Susan Woodrow September 20, 2022 at 1:47 PM haha I'm looking forward - it's actually Monday the 3rd we fly in... see you and Buddy soon - got your soup mail :) Daniel Turner September 20, 2022 at 12:47 PM Sounds like a date:) I have sent you a soup mail. It's not everyone that gets to meet a handsome old man (and dog) like me (and Buddy) face to face. LOL

John Lawless September 16, 2022 at 5:06 AM Beautifully written Daniel, those pesky little varmints are always scampering about our heads. Daniel Turner September 16, 2022 at 7:36 AM Indeed! Invited or not they always bring along a smile. Nice to see you again John. Hope you got to do some fishing this summer.

Arlo Parker September 15, 2022 at 7:01 PM Older life begets a "live stream of memories" unfolding almost endlessly. We were precious once, don't forget. Tomorrow can be too. Great piece, Mr. Turner. :o) Daniel Turner September 15, 2022 at 7:10 PM Thank you, Arlo. Some are happy, some , not so much. regardless, since we are here looking back, it's all good, right? Thank you for the kind and friendly visit to my page. I hope life is treating you well..

Ilene Bauer September 15, 2022 at 1:49 PM nice to see a poem of yours here, daniel, and this one is beautifully written... Daniel Turner September 15, 2022 at 3:02 PM Thank you, Ilene. great to see you again, also. Hoping all ios well in your world.

Deb M September 15, 2022 at 4:39 AM Wonderful poem Daniel….senior years to me is the age of appreciation that includes our precious memories! We view ,value and appreciate more. Debx Daniel Turner September 15, 2022 at 5:03 AM Thank you, Deb. We spend a lot of time making memories, at some point it's time to break them out and enjoy them. I appreciate your kind comment and hope all is well with you.