Browsing The Corridors Of My Mind
The path is long
with many doors
peering within
triggering prior scenes
Some surprisingly vivid
others fading away
memories all
comfortable
serene
Time passing quickly
hastening pace
afraid of leaving
innocence behind
Gazing into each
with nostalgic wonder
browsing the corridors
of my mind
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Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #153: Out of the Meadow’s Browse, where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting and asked us to pen a quadrille using the word browse.
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And yes, that is how it happens, some sticking, others not..
Hopefully, it is the good ones that stick.
I love your title- and your words really speak to me.
Thanks LInda.
You’re welcome.
This resonates with me quite well, especially when losing the sense of ourselves that didn’t know too much at one point, and now knowing too much, you feel lost. You captured that feeling and the loss of memories, of scenes, quite well (added in with nostalgia of the past). If not for our memories, how do we define ourselves? It’s a great question that occurred to me after reading this. Beautifully written and evocative. <3
Thak you Lucy. I am nothing if not nostalgic. I knew I had to work that word in.
So relatable, the third stanza shines. 👏👏
Thanks Tricia. My first draft had it as “…leaving something behind” and I felt the need to be more specific than “something”.
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A timeless pool from which we can drink as we choose. I think that is a pic of you from the past. Nice pic! Fading but still very much a living reality in your memory.
Thanks Lisa. I like your concept of drinking what we choose. Fortunately for me, nearly all of my memories are good ones, so it is seldom a bitter drink. Yes, that is a pic of me from 40 years ago (perhaps in my prime?). I edited it to add the scratches, fade, and an oil painting blur.
You’re welcome, Ron. I’m glad to hear your sips are almost all sweet. Very clever on the photo editing!
Such beautiful words touched my heart in reading this poem. Great poem.
Thank you Arcadia.
Really was taken by this Ron. The longer the journey, the deeper the fog. Yet, occasionally a long buried memory pops up unexpectedly. The mind is a labyrinth.
Thanks Rob…here’s to pleasant and unexpected memories!
The longer we linger, the more comes back.
The more we look, the more we see. Thanks for stopping by Sarah.
Our mind can take us so many places…good and bad light and dark! Well done Ron.
Thanks Dwight
You are welcome!
So many corridors, paths … I thoroughly enjoyed your Quadrille, Ron.
Thanks Helen
A beautiful write, Ron. Beautiful.
Thanks David
It is a pleasant activity to browse in this way!
Love the title, Ron, as well as the photo!
Well written, with a great depth!