I Imagine [CTPWC]

Images in my mind
are only borrowed for a time,
but until the light dims,
and the memory fades,
mental images are the best kind.

They are not flat,
two dimensional things,
but warmth and smell and birds that sing.

They are butterflies that rest on a child’s hand,
rainbows that soar above the land,
the smell of a fresh baked pie,
the sound of a satisfied sigh.

Images remembered,
Images imagined,
fill the album of my mind.
Till the light dims,
and the memory fades,
I imagine.

That was a very good short story or poetry. I just got here and am working on one myself. Cheers.

Beautiful!

reply to post by Night Star

Thanks! I wrote it after several losses. My mother's house burnt to the ground and all my childhood photos were destroyed. Also, I had no pictures of my children either because my ex-wife had taken them. After many years she has since returned them after she recorded them to disk. It reinforced my commitment to appreciate my memory and rely on it more than photo albums.

Good thinking. I'm glad though you had pics returned. Love the poem!

Awesome, I really liked that

reply to post by Night Star
I like your new avatar!

Good writing and intelligence.