Lavender hues of scattered seeded memory
written words tucked away in satchels
hidden beneath the finer lace and everyday,
so much time passes between what we left there
shelved and covered in dust
waiting on the moss to break down
into nothingness.
Images and longings of the past
trickle down like rain from a faucet in the bathtub
salt scattered to revive the weary
melting into a pool of forgotten letters
tumbled in a heap
like a towel damp and left behind
on bathroom floors.
The steam covers our image
mirage of beauty as the hand wipes away
the dripping of heat that no longer belongs
as the fan swirls above
barely working in groans and whispers
we clear away the mirror
remembering with sad eyes
what is no longer.
Skin stretched to move the road lines
maps of years gone by etched
into thighs and breasts no longer young
we smooth away the hairs that fall awkwardly
into our eyes like beauty pageant queens
aware of our days numbered,
we have handed back the sash and crown.
Lavender petals tied with twine
love notes from the universe brought to life,
resurrected once more
because to die unknown is the tragedy
swept away with hand falls of water,
scented bubbles down the drain
spinning into the whirlpool round and round,
we gather our towel,
brush the wet dog like strands into order
and walk through the water left behind
splashes on a dirty floor,
off with the lights
as the fan spins slowly down,
smiling one last pose
still feeling young and alive
within our blooming of years.
With a few new comments today, I went back and revisited an old blog that had for the most part been decommissioned. I returned it to status today and am enjoying the trip down my other memory lane: She lives again <3, into the light.
https://thelavenderletters.wordpress.com
Yep! 🙂
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Yes, and they unleash all kinds of fodder for writing too, those and dreams of course😊
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Didn’t have time to comment when I first read this Kim.
Sometimes I read your poetry over and over just to feel the rhythm! You are truly gifted, my friend.
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Memories are beautiful things 🙂
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I did the same thing the other day. Visited one of my previous sites and wandered through the bones. Brings back a lot of ghosts. Loved your words!
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