They Still Remember

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The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair

the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands

in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him

pink petals floating, swirling around

their heads, landing so beautifully

so gently, barely touching

as they gave each other

their greatest gifts

their hearts,

underneath the cherry trees.

Yes, they still remember.

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Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

A Lakeside Meditation

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On the surface of the lake, blue ripples carrying thoughts,

drifting beyond

what I knew back then

turning pages

of time

to the glory of sailing ships

driven hard by the wind

sword in hand

I was always a hero,

even at 7 years old,

alive

with adventure.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Memories of the Forest

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Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads

just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting

to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping

over a tree down, and yet

I wonder if the forest will remember

how warm the summer felt, and autumn

bursting, and the beautiful

rain, washing us.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Distant Summers

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All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts

sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables

our memories of families happy

and running through

knee high grass

traded

for the thrill

of autumn winds,

and temporary color.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Remembering Our Green

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It’s ok to remember our green, our days when we were young,

do you remember My Love, the times we lived in the flowers, and touched

the lavender? Strolling in purple, but you always drifted towards

 the white, and the mix of red, making pink. I love the way

you place carnations in your hair,

with your eyes surrounding me.

My Love, so true.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

When There is the Hint of Autumn

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When is just a hint of autumn in the air, a cool morning, I think of us

planning our wedding, so many years ago. Talking

with Rev. Ann, and your aunt getting her house ready,

for that wonderful day and the reception.

       

I was surprised we paid off the ring so quickly, and I was in love with the way it looked

 on your beautiful finger. I always think of us when

there is the hint of autumn

in the air.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

As the Winter Fades

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As the winter fades and our world

turns to green, I still remember

our winter together,

snuggling in the blankets

just a little bit longer,

drinking tea

at the breakfast table

eggs, and toast

with cinnamon,

as I admire you

in your pajamas.

Then there was bundling up

in our parkas

knit hats with gloves

to go to the movies.

I always managed to find

your cheek somehow

to plant a kiss

not that you were hiding it.

And I love that twinkle

in your eyes,

still.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The View from Our Window

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Tonight more than any other night,

let’s sit by the window,

so we can take in,

the water, the coastline.

I will always remember Maine,

hiding in our bungalow,

your face reflecting the sun.

Is roast beef ok?

Lost, staring at each other,

remembering the single rose,

on our first date,

I hand you another one.

Hearts melting,

I take your hand in mine,

and bring it to my face,

tears streaming,

flooded with love for you.

I guess the roast beef can wait,

as we close the curtains,

and pull down the shades,

our lips find each other.

Happy Anniversary sweetheart,

you know I love you,

tears and kisses blending,

My Love.

Note: This is about an anniversary celebration from years past. It’s not our anniversary today, but sometimes I do look back on this.

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry and Photos © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Memories

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A dresser with lace,

holding the photograph in a frame,

means more to her now,

more than last year, or the year before,

she does not want to forget,

his face.

He was so young then,

what would he look like now,

if he had survived?

Would he be married with children?

She would weep a little bit more today,

when she heard the music,

saw the flag,

echoes of gunfire in her mind,

Vietnam.

She didn’t care about the politics,

as she wept,

she just wanted,

her son back.

 

 Note: Please pray for all those that have died in war, and their families.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Faded Village

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My brothers, I cannot understand it,

the people were my lifeblood for so long,

now my pen hardly remembers.

Is the village still there?

Did you go to the mountains?

I can still see the earth,

your story, uplifted,

faded memory, calling to be clear,

feathers on a bridle, hunting for fresh food,

families, around the fire,

the cold is beginning to lift now,

with the sun I can see us again,

talking, smoking the pipe,

my pen busy with fire,

even if I do not live there,

I will be sure to visit sometimes.

Be strong my brothers, be free.

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 Note: This poem is about inspiration changing over time, which is natural. However, I truly miss writing about First Nations people, and the inspiration.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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