Whispering memory stands like a ghost at the corner of the room and in the pit of my stomach it serves as a comfort, a balm and a jolt of sour adrenaline pulling me through time to anywhere but this moment and I know we remain who we always were though separated by veils or … Continue reading Whispering Memory
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The Gauntlet #MondayBlogs
Something remembers the screaming battles and chaos-driven fields a distant bell sounds and memory awakens screaming ancestors wielding impossible swords something remembers bloody battlefields the victories missed the lives lost a distant voice whispers war and memory awakens forcing our hands shifting our paths as we don our armor make our stand and know we … Continue reading The Gauntlet #MondayBlogs
Empty Halls
Laughter is remembered and held within these walls as voices have faded to silence and feet no longer hurry through these empty halls change flows through time and moves us along but memory holds the before long after we have gone - Caroline A. Slee
Hours #MondayBlogs
Memories of lazy hours Spent in the sun Careless and carefree Without a thought of all ahead The playful hours Before responsibility hit When the lightness Was all that rested upon us A celebration of the sun And those hours Long behind us A praise for long memory Pulling us back in time - Caroline … Continue reading Hours #MondayBlogs
Memory #FridayPhilosophy
I've been thinking a lot about how memory works: the way it can be sweet and nostalgic, or awkward agony. Also the way it can jump into the present, like an eager friend yelling "here I am!" We are so often told that we need to let go of the past, but I think there … Continue reading Memory #FridayPhilosophy
Descending
Memory draws us downward a slow spiral as in dreams beyond loss into simplicity viewed through a veil of roses The known is our safety and our stopping point miring us in the past making our climb into today ever steeper It seduces us with what was and who we once were until … Continue reading Descending
The Memory of Water #MondayBlogs
It is chaos Darkness tumbling Existence through the void And a single voice Carries the melody Of the only song that matters Our arid hearts Cannot whisper bliss In the face of nothingness All sharp edges and precipices And danger as we wander blindly And the water remembers Every tear Every joyful murmur Rippling into … Continue reading The Memory of Water #MondayBlogs