Tag Archives: memories

Scars

 

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
― Cormac McCarthy

 

On my shoulder there is a mark
A statue broken against it
It drew blood
as the feelings of jealousy washed over me.
My foot, I cut that as a child
playing games of innocence and laughter
Some scars make you smile.
That line under my lip
I ran into a fence hitchhiking
long roads and many songs brought back
by reflection.
The gash through my heart tho
that came from you
bittersweet memories
and a hopeless dream of being marked again.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Waiting for Alice or Someone Like HerWaiting For Alice or Someone Like Her by G A Rosenberg

 

A Distant CallingA Distant Calling by G A Rosenberg

The Dust of Broken Memories

 

“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

 

The dust of broken memories
shows me strange dreams
scattered and strewn
of happy children
and shadowed times
Too many tears shattered
over dim futures
and a yearning for a time
that never was.
I feared to tell you how I felt
and your hurt silence echoed mine
We walked for hours not holding
and then it was time for the sun
Maybe someday but that will be the dust
of another’s hand.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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A State of BalaceA State of Balance by G A Rosenberg

 

A Platter for a Gorgan's HeadA Platter for a Gorgon by G A Rosenberg

At Night The Memories Return

 

“There is no sun without shadows, and it is essential to know the night.”
— Albert Camus

 

At night
the memories return
shadows of the past
The mellow ones come at dusk
The good times gone
that bring wistful smiles
At midnight I am swept
by images of love
Romantic evenings and
pleasant ones spent with friends
I know that I will build similar memories
yet none as good.
the haunting ones come at 3 AM
they keep me restless
in the art of second-guessing
that leads slowly to Dawn’s slow acceptance
The ghosts dance through my dreams
and leave me waking in peace.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Butterfly Daemon in ReposeButterfly Daemon in Repose by G A Rosenberg

 

Harlequin's Realm AbstractedHarlequin’s Realm Abstracted by G A Rosenberg

 

Head Crowded but Cozy

 

“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone–I always have such a crowded head.”
― Charles de Lint

 

If we’ve had a conversation or have known each other for a time, the chances are I carry you in my head. If you said something that struck me, I’ll carry your words and have conversations with them letting them challenge me anew. So many people have offered me encouragement and during the times I need it most when I am happy with the work I do I hear you cheering me on. Others have discouraged me and told me their doubts. They too I have conversations with. You don’t even have to be real. So many fictional characters from books and movies are in their too and occasionally you talk together with me as silent spectator. The theatre in my mind runs day and night. Luckily at times I can leave it behind but it can be very useful. Atheists and people who’s beliefs cover every spectrum debate. Scientists and mystics and right hand path and left hand path, Conservatives, Liberals and Socialists all share in the debate and I can be witness or participant as need be. Oh it may get crowded in here but thanks to meditation I can leave from time to time and come back refreshed. As I said it may be crowded but at least its cozy.
Blessings, G

 

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Haunted by Memories of Home LostHaunted By Memories of Home Lost by G A Rosenberg

 

Mauve and Green ReflectionsMauve and Green Reflections by G A Rosenberg

Gifts of the Past

 

“Often it is the gifts of our past that allow us to see our way into the future”
–Randall Wolfe

 

Sometimes when we find ourselves facing self-doubt or lack of confidence about the future we think of something from our past and it gives us the momentum to go forward again. It maybe something a beloved relative or friend told us. It may be a favourite song or story or toy that reminds us of a happier and more hopeful time allowing us to once again move forward. Just the memory whether it pops into our mind or has some sensual stimulus (the aroma of apples and cinnamon cooking or the feel of an old stuffed animal) can install in us the will to move forward.
Blessings, G

 

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Endlessly Falling
forgetting what brought me here
I wonder where I’ll land.

Journey DownJourney Down by G A Rosenberg

 

Firbird, renew me
burn my fears away
restoring my soul
making me whole

 

FirebirdFirebird by G A Rosenberg

 

Worlds and Stars I offered
yet she was not impressed
for she wanted my universe
and would take nothing less

 

In the end I settled
for giving her my heart
Not realizing it was
what she asked for from the start

Offered the WorldOffered the World by G A Rosenberg