The household reveries

Lively friends, families,
celebrating ceremonies;
vanished in time,
cleared from the space,
like a dry leaf withers
without a trace. 

Buried in the memory,
they remain forever,
with love and care,
treasured stories,
priceless, defeating
deaths for centuries;
some hidden, some
hang on the walls,
stored in the albums. 

© supratik 2021
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Dodgem

I enjoyed the poem; it reminded me of what I once thought was the permanence of lost loved ones via their photographs the ones we ‘hang on the walls’. I still look at my brothers photograph, and as long as I do he is still there.

Dougie

Franciman

Hi,
I like the way the words spill out of your full memory. The busy clamour of social events. Wistful and evocative.
I like this,
cheers,
Jim

Sweetwater

So many great lines, but I especially love the last four in the first verse:
 ‘vanished in time — without a trace’ beautiful. sue.

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