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Back Then... a poem of remembrance

Updated on March 1, 2014
The Cottage on the Hill from Watson Brown flickr.com
The Cottage on the Hill from Watson Brown flickr.com
Merri Creek Sunset from Jarod Hawthorne flickr.com
Merri Creek Sunset from Jarod Hawthorne flickr.com
Wild Daisies in the Wind from Russell H Cribb flickr.com
Wild Daisies in the Wind from Russell H Cribb flickr.com
Hand in hand from Mario Guillermo Macri flickr.com
Hand in hand from Mario Guillermo Macri flickr.com
Fire from Cameron Booth flickr.com
Fire from Cameron Booth flickr.com

Back Then

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


That quaint cottage sat upon the hill, unchanged,

overlooking a deep green valley,

covered with clumps of violets and wild daisies,

like an exquisite patch-work quilt.


And down by the creek,

where we used to walk hand in hand,

willows still draped haphazardly over crystal cool waters,

our initials forever remain, carved into an old tree trunk.


Back then, each step was a pleasured experience,

each breath the joy of life fulfilled,

and hours we spent by that babbling creek,

wondering where life would take us.


Now, it was as if time stopped,

and that special place remained, frozen,

unhindered by the changing world,

still within the breath of nature's will.


And now, you are far away,

lost from this perfect place, this haven of past love,

your steps to the beat of an unfamiliar life,

without me, far from my dreams.


Memories flood an empty heart,

a reminder of what has been,

and what can be again within this our perfect world,

where imperfection follows us like a disease.


I still dream of nights by that fire,

crackling logs and glistening wine,

a touch so enticing, and whispers soft, exhilarating,

a world within a world, now gone in a haze of past.



We can never bring time back... but memories are forever.

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      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Marie, I'm glad you appreciated them. Thanks for stopping by.

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      truthfornow 3 years ago from New Orleans, LA

      I like your memories. They are beautiful.

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      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you liked it Leslie, and thanks for dropping by. Take care.

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      Karen Silverman 3 years ago

      OMG, Tony! HEART-WRENCHING!!!

      Stunningly well done!

      Must be shared!

      xx

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      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      So glad you enjoyed it Linda, and nice to hear from you. Have a great day (or night, as is appropriate). Take care.

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      Linda Rogers 3 years ago from Minnesota

      Beautiful poem Tony and I love the photo's that enhance the experience of the words. Hit many buttons.

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      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Martin; I think more often our brains are sparkling- probably dying brain cells. Lol.

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      Martin Kloess 3 years ago from San Francisco

      Beautiful.

      Was the wine really sparkling the night I gazed into her eyes? I never had sparkling chardonnay again.

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