"Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie."
I found the above lyrics, part of an 18th century French song by J.P.A. Martini, which I learned in elementary school, to be very fitting for this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt.
This week, I would like to share a poem I wrote a number of years ago that I feel pretty much sums up my thoughts on my "first love":
Our Box of Haunting Memories
Our box lies temptingly there.
No, I can't.
Haunting memories will return.
Oh, I must.
Those browning photographs.
Just this once.
The thoughtful greeting cards.
Here I go.
Beautiful images come to life.
There she is.
She was sitting by the fountain.
By my side.
Reflections of her moonlit face.
Oh, so sweet.
Birthdays, Christmases, Valentines.
My heart stops.
Tears were in her lovely eyes.
I awake.
Haunting memories in my mind.
She is gone.
About Me
- John E. Tran
- I love technology (eightdawns.com), I love real estate (citywideprofessionals.com), I love to write (this blog) whenever I get the chance and I love capturing special places, things and people through photography (https://www.flickr.com/photos/jetsphotos). I love technology because it helps to improve the way we work and communicate. I love real estate because it gives me the pleasure of working with people on a personal level. I love to write because it is so therapeutic. I have to admit, my writing is erratic. I have fun playing with words and coming up with different ways to portray my thoughts. I find myself not writing as regularly as I would like. Nonetheless, I would love to write a book some day. I love photography because it helps to preserve memories that fade too, too quickly. I would love to get good enough to be featured in a gallery.
10 comments:
Thanks for that, John. Yes, we all do have that little box/envelope/stash of things that we can't get rid of and probably shouldn't revisit....or should we? Timeless question.
Thanks for opening up the treasure chest
3 words: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Your words remind me of things I had that I once upon a time gave up. Time has taught me not to miss them or want them anymore. The visuals only keep the memories alive.
someone once said... "there is no room inside a box. there is no room inside. No room for you, no room for me, no room inside a box. Don't put GOD inside a box."
John, you have used the poem as a reminder for me to step outside the box. Thanks!
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I had a box like that once. A Russian chocolate box. Only full of words, but still a powerful evoker of lust past. I expected to find myself liberated by destroying the contents. I didn't though.
Thank You, Jemima x
Heartbreaking...and beautiful.
I love the way you evoke the atmosphere of all these memories.
Lovely words to express the heart of love in the midst of loss. Thanks for sharing it!
Very powerful. I like the meter. You say so much on how what you have effects you.
Heartstopping. Beautiful.
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