One word in the title….lots of words in the post!
Well, what to post for this….I have very many photographs that can trigger some wonderful memories. And only the other evening, I was thinking of little mementos, and some paintings, that I have brought back from places I have visited over the years.
But perhaps I should post a poem I wrote over six years ago, which has to do with memory…and an image from a sculpture park (with outlines of people made from a floaty gauze mesh) that I used with it
The Past
The past is another country
with nothing tangible to find
except in our innermost mind –
catch the elusive memory
suddenly a face, or a place
always ephemeral, ghostly
locked in time, left behind
the past is another country.
Copyright Susan Judd 2013
Linked to One Word Sunday at Debbie’s, here
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Evanescent is the word your words and image conjure in my mind, Sue. Happy Sunday.
Thanks, Tish…evanescence or fugitive…. Happy Easter Sunday to you!
Some say that we should not dwell on the past….but it is what it is and it is what makes us all, the good bad and the bits in-between. I guess the old saying that we should learn from the past is probably correct :-).
I endeavour not to dwell on the past, but I don’t shy away from it,, but respect it for what it was, and how it shaped me…as you say, the good, the bad and the bits in between!
I loved this, Sue. But as you know, I am a dweller in my past.
Best wishes, Pete.
Pleased you like it, Pete….one day I must get back to writing….
…the past is another country– I love it, Sue. It express so well through this image. 🙂
Many thanks, Amy…glad you like the image
Brava! Happy Easter.
Many thanks, Victoria! Lovely to see you here! Hope you are well
It certainly feels like another life looking back, Sue. If not several 🙂 🙂
Totally agree….
Very nice Sue. There have been many ‘countries’ in my past and I don’t mean literally either.
That’s two of us, then
Sue – that was a fantastic poem – and timely because my spouse and I were talking – briefly – about memories from early 1990s – right before we met – and we both noted how it did not even feel like us at all – like some distant memory for someone else –
and your 2013 poem was exactly what I think we felt:
ephemeral, ghostly
another country
Pleased you liked this
Brilliant! I love the poem, Sue – I’ve had to sit and read it a few times. And the image goes so well with it.
Many thanks, Debbie! Much appreciated
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