Richard D Seal Poet Quatrain

Memories

Memories             

Memories rest in tender frames
Picked over, chosen, kept
As real are the scorching flames
Those dowsed by tears wept

A day, a week, a month, a year
Roll by without respite
Gathered, attached, more appear
Of hurtful and delight

Memories rest in splendour frames
Each one a work of art
Torn from joy, laughter, pains
For body, soul and heart.

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Charmaine Chircop September 20, 2013 at 2:47 AM ahh those tender frames how still they stand unlike our thoughts which travel beyond each still frame to behold memories..Just wonderful.. Richard D Seal September 25, 2013 at 4:58 PM Hi Charmi, thank you for this beautiful comment, it's almost an addition to the poem itself

Andrea Dietrich September 10, 2013 at 4:55 PM just stopping by to say a big HELLO to you!! Richard D Seal September 11, 2013 at 6:51 PM Always love a big HELLO, Thanks for thinking of me Petal

Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2013 at 7:51 AM It appears you have been framed! It's not your fault. I hope your happy memories exceed the sad ones 10 to one. Human beings possess a negativity bias which means we more easily remember the sad or bad things that happen. We have to work at concentrating and remembering all the good things that happen to us. I enjoyed this piece it makes me think. Well done Richard. Richard D Seal September 11, 2013 at 6:50 PM Yes you're right Richard the bad memories leave scars, maybe because they cut deeper. Thanks for the extended comment, very interesting reading

Karen Anglesey September 8, 2013 at 5:28 PM Memories in frames. Very bittersweet sentiments and framed in a lovely poem :) Richard D Seal September 11, 2013 at 6:47 PM Thank you Karen, always enjoy your comments

Eileen Manassian September 8, 2013 at 3:24 PM I read this yesterday but was at a loss for a comment, Mr Seal...There is an underlying sorrow there, but I do believe that you have wonderful memories to fill those lovely frames of yours...Very original.... Richard D Seal September 8, 2013 at 5:49 PM You at a loss wow, that is an admission lol. I have some wonderful memories as we all do, and the odd sorrow yes

Andrea Dietrich September 7, 2013 at 11:47 PM very nice one. Memories, time, they all become major themes for our poetry as we get older. I enjoyed this Thanks for putting up a new one! Richard D Seal September 8, 2013 at 5:43 PM The older we get the more we aquire and time seems more important as we have less of it. You know me Petal, I've a slow hand

Lucilla Carrillo September 7, 2013 at 9:48 PM Just lovely. Memories - each one a work of ART. I like that. Thanks for sharing..... Lucilla Richard D Seal September 8, 2013 at 5:38 PM Can't keep away eh haha

Lucilla Carrillo September 7, 2013 at 9:47 PM Just lovely. Memories - each one a work of ART. I like that. Thanks for sharing..... Lucilla Richard D Seal September 8, 2013 at 5:37 PM Hi Lucy, Thanks for callin in, hope all your memories are nice ones

Delysia Hendricks September 7, 2013 at 6:11 PM Awww, bruv. I hope this is a work of fiction. So, so sad. As far as poetry goes, it hits the spot. You've left me all misty-eyed here. I hope you're dong alright? Licia :-) Richard D Seal September 8, 2013 at 5:34 PM I'm doing ok thank you Licia. Awwww misty-eyed, I know the feeling