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in quietude

in reflection I often contemplate my life and open the iron curtain of time and wait in unbroken silence for past images to appear that still haunt me_ but recently in the deep hush-hush and stillness I question my rumination_ is it possible these memories are not mine ?? in quietness and careful consideration of my childhood tragedies- I wonder were these even my memories ?? but the result of stories told over the years that became real from constant repetition_ grandma was a storyteller and even mom told a good family story ! in noiselessness and quietude of memory I have death- grief of my own to ponder thoughts that now dwell in my adulthood and these are my own sad memories and sorrow ! time taught me tranquility and serenity and the peace to accept what is and the strength to leave memories not mine behind_ ___________________________ June 23, 2020 Poetry/Free Verse/in quietude Copyright Protected, ID 20-1262-464-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Reflection in Silence sponsor, Silent One Second Place

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Date: 6/29/2020 1:57:00 PM
A huge huge congratulations on your high placement. You deserve it.
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Date: 6/26/2020 5:33:00 AM
Introspection gives us so many aspects to wonder about our own memories woven in realities and imaginations. I've always felt that the peace to accept what is leaves spaces in our minds to create perspectives that have been unknown to us. Thank you for writing such a relevant thoughtful muse. Congratulations on your win Constance. Keep writing and inspiring. Blessings and lots of love :)
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Date: 6/25/2020 3:50:00 PM
Congratulations, and yes, it's so strange that some things we start to question, did they happen like the way we remember? Very well done, Dear Heart.
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Date: 6/25/2020 9:30:00 AM
Our mind plays tricks on us. As we grow older sometimes the beautiful fantasies we had in youth seem more like memories as due our distorted view of our childhood world. Who's to say whether these are less valid in our mind as to not see them as memories. A great write.
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Date: 6/25/2020 6:45:00 AM
I do this all the time.. Glad I am not the only one.. We all need to reflect, from time to time.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 6/24/2020 12:05:00 PM
Just as fire can heat our meal or burn down our house, thoughts and memories can lead down paths of disquieting rumination or productive creativity. Their power is undeniable. You have used some wonderful images of silence to encourage the writer to pursue that acceptance of hardship that nurtures poetic expression. Beautifully stated, Constance. Best wishes in the contest ~ John
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