
“Fond Memories” by Carmen Guedez
an old ticket stub
torn from a theater
that no longer stands
for a movie film
no one remembers
even she has to
press hard her memory
trying to call up his smile
as she wonders
where life laid his journey
how decades on decades
have treated his heart
did he ever make good
on the plans he described
with exuberance
drawing the future on air
with those boy-handsome
gestures of unbridled zeal
all that sparkling confidence
only the young
ever rightfully own
she looks up
from her scrapbook
with tears that reflect
the surprises and turns
her own journey encountered
the tears not so much
for what’s done and behind
as for what remains
unknown ahead
an old ticket stub
torn from a theater
that no longer stands
and she wonders
great poem
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much appreciated, mukul
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That’s brill. Are you referring to the film “Memento”? If so, I at least do remember … 🙂 It would be ironic indeed if the *audience* did not!
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thanks kindly – but I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the film – will have to look it up
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Marvellous analogy, Paul, even though I am not sure if it is the movie “Memento” the previous comment from Mils alluded to.
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I’m pleased that you enjoyed it
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Romantic reflection by way of questioning events gone blended with such subtle imagery makes this ‘Poem of the Year’ were it within the gambit of my gift.
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I count myself lucky to receive such gracious comments
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brilliant as ever!
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thank you most kindly
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Wow. Beautiful 🙂
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I dearly appreciate that
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Under every leaf, a forest . . .
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profound
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Very beautiful!
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thanks kindly
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Sometimes it’s the tiniest thing…
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and isn’t life but a series of little things..
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always thought-provoking…many thanks:)
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much appreciated
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Beautiful and tender. I like your description of youthful enthusiasm in the boy. I love the little breadcrumbs like movie theater stubs that are remainders of once upon a time. In the pocket of my windbreaker I know there is a ticket stub from a minor league baseball game but I have forgotten the evening.
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keeping scrapbooks seems an irresistible impulse for many folks
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Now and then an old ticket stub turns up–usually with good memories.
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our scrapbooks of the mind
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I really like the painting – it’s beautiful
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that’s how it struck me, too
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Truly beautiful, Paul! So poignant! So real! Touched my heart!
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I’m so pleased that you enjoyed it – thank you, ellen
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