Love Remembered

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The ghosts of yesterday 
Come to visit in vacant time
And I, alone, shall greet them.
Their host, I lead to rooms,
The pleasure domes
Of youth.

Where I call them back to life
One by one,
To propose a toast
To intimacies past.
Lost love will ring
Cathedral bells tonight.

The aftertaste is bittersweet, 
But unforgettable scents
Cling to my preserved guests
Like tobacco smells
On the worn coat
Of memory.
 


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Paul Waring

Sun 1st Jan 2017 10:09

Thank you elP and Suki, I enjoyed reading your comments immensely.

elP, you pose an intriguing question about love and your phrase 'earthiness to memory' captures so well the theme of sexual fantasy that I try to describe in this poem.

Suki, so pleased the piece inspired you to take the time to write a very poignant haiku.

Happy New Year to you both. Paul.

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suki spangles

Sun 1st Jan 2017 09:51

Your poem really affected me; maybe the time of year. So much so it inspired me to write this pseodo-haiku:

Certain memories
Oh how they hurt like hell -
Some in a good way..

Happy New Year Paul, and thanks so much for sharing.

Suki

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elPintor

Sun 1st Jan 2017 01:18

How many people you could love if only love would stay? How many people you could remember if only memory would linger?

..we are bound to forgetfulness through necessity.

This does bring an earthiness to memory, which can be so ethereal. How many nights spent remembering...

elP

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Paul Waring

Sun 1st Jan 2017 00:54

Ray, thank you so much for this brilliantly-worded comment. I posted my first piece of poetry just over a week ago and am truly grateful to you and other on WoL for the encouraging support so far. It is so inspiring. Thanks again and Happy New Year! Paul

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raypool

Sat 31st Dec 2016 21:30

An inspired use of time and place Paul, weaving a spell of mystery gently and caringly. The last three lines are excellent. A sense of nostalgia, loss and reminiscence make this one to remember.

Ray

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