The Memory

I awaken with morning sun on my face; breathing in the fresh scent of spring—those dew-pearls the droning bees and I both adore; it is a fond, buzzing-sweetness; this tasty treat of seasons, eruptions of color and scent filling my capacities-- I am a flourish of youth again: time to dust things off, those things kept from the cold under wrap--opening all windows and airing—renewing if just for a moment those uncharted beginnings together, how we gathered our daisies, drinking deep from pools of forbidden nectar, with guiltless delight.

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Elaine Perrin

Date: 10/13/2019 6:51:00 AM

You have painted a beautiful picture with your words :-) x

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/13/2019 9:56:00 AM

The secret of life: remain young in heart, and keep the thought-brush painting beautiful images--even from memory is Ok--never dwell on the negative. For sure, what we think, we will have. Fortunately and Unfortunately (joined karma), we are not alone in this thought pool. Have beautiful day my friend!

Sandra Adams

Date: 9/27/2019 10:00:00 PM

love the metaphor in this poem...nice penning...some memories are worth reliving, even if for only a moment :) hugs

Joe Dimino
Date: 9/27/2019 11:03:00 PM

Thank you so much, Sandra; have a great evening!

Wendy Watson

Date: 9/27/2019 11:15:00 AM

There was so much of this that I loved,Joe. You really set the scene well and it was a real pleasure to read.

Joe Dimino
Date: 9/27/2019 8:51:00 PM

That is very kind of you; thank you very much. Joe.