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Juncture of the River

19 Apr

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Juncture of the River

 

Memories are like rivers flowing through

the landscapes of our minds, liquid

thoughts waiting for the right moment

trickle,  into tiny brooks to flow back in our

sight.  One by one, we pluck them from the

pools of recollection that form at rivers edge.

 

Each juncture, a story finds life and reveals

the lost memory to us, fresh and sometimes

changing as something forgotten returns.

The colors may become more vivid and the

happiness or sadness, more or less intense.

 

Tales of yesteryear pass through our minds,

hearts and souls keeping our past alive,

renewing our hopes, reminding us of our

forgotten dreams.  Renewing our sense of

being a part of something great and lasting.

 

Then there is silence, the rushing waters of

memories are stilled, the sun rises and sets

as days, go by, some more quickly than others do.

We turn a down a road, look up at the sky,

watch the landscape change, then become

recognizable, our hearts leap our souls have

a smile and we are once again gliding down

the river of our memories into the wonders

of our always conscience minds. 

 

©2016.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

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11 responses to “Juncture of the River

  1. Banu Bidarkund

    April 19, 2016 at 4:31 am

    Hi Ann. Nice to read your poems that are beautifully inspiring to ones who love solitude in nature and reflection on it.

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  2. bjgaulton

    April 19, 2016 at 6:30 am

    Excellent! Very beautiful.

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  3. Carl D'Agostino

    April 23, 2016 at 3:04 pm

    I enjoy poems with water imagery like “embryonic waters of life” and ” the river is always the same river but changes moment to moment “.

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  4. Carl D'Agostino

    April 23, 2016 at 3:06 pm

    Browsed through art work in widgets . Is there a way to click to make them larger ?

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  5. Don MacIver, RPA, Writer, Editor, Poet, Author

    July 16, 2016 at 4:59 am

    Wonderfully written Elizabeth Ann. I often reflect on this very subject.

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