Remembering Poems
scrolling reminiscence
by Rikske Kessner
a journey begins as
a spark in the mind
one that found its form
in a box of coloured slides
whose wood tangs humid air
and sepia photographs fading
in yellowed cellophane film
pages now replaced by screens
......
Remembering Until...
by RW Stauter
I heard a song that took me back
The lake in ‘85
Almost like we were still there
And she was still alive
I listened and I sang along
Then heard her voice so clear
Singing with me, in my head
As if she was right here
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The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
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The Shirt
by Jacob Weaver
He left his shirt
Probably on the floor
A foot from the laundry basket
Like men do
Just a t-shirt, or polo
Crumpled carelessly
To remember
And wash later
But later, never came
That night, a routine errand
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Voices from the past
by Mario Odekerken
They whisper through walls of stone,
etched into the dust of forgotten rooms.
Each word an echo,
no longer waiting for an answer.
The air carries their breath,
scattered among shadows of what once was.
A footstep on wooden boards
awakens memories that never died.
......
Remembering Until...
by RW Stauter
I heard a song that took me back
The lake in ‘85
Almost like we were still there
And she was still alive
I listened and I sang along
Then heard her voice so clear
Singing with me, in my head
As if she was right here
......
In de schaduw van jou afwezigheid
by Mario Odekerken
In de stilte van de ochtend
waar jouw stem niet langer woont,
fluistert de wind je naam
alsof he nooit bent weggegaan.
In de schaduw van jouw afwezigheid
hoor ik je nog steeds-
een lach die door mijn herinneringen
zachtjes heen beweegt.
......
Voices from the past
by Mario Odekerken
They whisper through walls of stone,
etched into the dust of forgotten rooms.
Each word an echo,
no longer waiting for an answer.
The air carries their breath,
scattered among shadows of what once was.
A footstep on wooden boards
awakens memories that never died.
......
scrolling reminiscence
by Rikske Kessner
a journey begins as
a spark in the mind
one that found its form
in a box of coloured slides
whose wood tangs humid air
and sepia photographs fading
in yellowed cellophane film
pages now replaced by screens
......
Uncle ian
by James Whatever
I remember running up and down nanny’s playing hide and seek .
Now I’m wishing you was here so we could all give you a kiss on the cheek .
I remember you and Jason shouting about your rival teams
Now I’m hoping I get to talk to you in my dreams .
But what I remember most about you Ian is your smile . The way it filled a room with brightness and how you made all of us kids laugh almost everyday I love you for this I thank you and I will miss you so much xxxxx
