I was looking through old pictures today —some scratched and beginning to fade. You were beautiful, impressionable, and innocent; packing lunches and having picnics, going home after chilled wine, crackers, Vermont cheddar cheese, and dark chocolate.
My heart sank. I had to put them away —unable to find the joy in reviewing history. Remembering all the missteps I made when I was young, fearless, sometimes arrogant, misunderstanding love and its commitment. I drank the wine not savoring the chocolate.
I will get back to them someday —but, for now, this evening, I will listen to Lake Winona. In-between the silence and dobs of the lake’s small rolling waves. I place the photographs beneath the bed I made.
Sit still to listen
Lake is playing a love song
Remember the tune
Originally written : Aug 8, 2016 …Rev 12: 1/26/2019 5:26 PM
Magaly Guerrero
January 30, 2019 at 7:59 pm
Sometimes, looking at old pictures can produce emotions that end up being stronger than the experiences said pictures reveal…
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Sarah Russell
January 29, 2019 at 12:02 am
Roads not taken, or abandoned too soon. Well done!
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Kestril Trueseeker
January 28, 2019 at 10:57 am
How often we long for those untasted delights. But while there is life, there is always a chance to sample new things.
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skipmanning
January 28, 2019 at 5:52 am
ThanksWithout regrets,,memories would be in technicolor
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Rosemary Nissen-Wade
January 28, 2019 at 1:42 am
Deeply poignant – yet I feel there is consolation in listening to the lake.
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thotpurge
January 27, 2019 at 11:16 pm
Fabulous.. loved the “make your bed and lie on it” reference and the nostalgia of the lake’s love song.
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ebbtide
January 27, 2019 at 8:38 pm
beautiful!
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KB
January 27, 2019 at 7:35 pm
Ah yes, we must remember to savour the chocolate moments of life.
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Myrna Rosa
January 27, 2019 at 6:36 pm
Life has its regrets and memories can haunt us. For now, let us enjoy our present moments.
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Charmed Chaos
January 27, 2019 at 5:52 pm
So lovely and poignant.
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Vivian Zems
January 27, 2019 at 5:40 pm
I love a poem going down memory lane any day. Love haibun.
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susanstoo
January 27, 2019 at 3:01 pm
” I drank the wine not savoring the chocolate.”
Listening to Lake Winona, it seems you have them both in hand.
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Vicki
January 27, 2019 at 12:54 pm
A beautiful write and haiku.
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sanaarizvi
January 27, 2019 at 12:06 pm
Oh my aching heart…. this is beautiful, raw and honest! ❤️
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
January 27, 2019 at 10:54 am
Life is filled with those missteps… but I think a small dose of remembering can make you dare to taste the chocolate now.
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annell4
January 27, 2019 at 10:44 am
Yes, we remember….so hard to forget.
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Sherry Marr
January 27, 2019 at 10:39 am
I know that ache of looking at old photos, remembering a time when we didnt recognize what we had. The poignancy of putting the photos under “the bed i made”. Sigh. Well, it all was golden, when we were young. I really felt this poem.
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magicalmysticalteacher
January 27, 2019 at 10:20 am
I rather like the idea of letting the past stay right where it is in favor of listening to the lake or a cat’s purring right here, right now.
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
January 27, 2019 at 9:53 am
I just love that. The lake playing a love song. Makes me smile with a peacefulness.
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gillena
January 27, 2019 at 9:43 am
yes indeed the time is now, or we’ll never have a yesterday. Happy Sunday ZQ
much love…
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Mary
January 27, 2019 at 9:19 am
I know what you mean. Sometimes it is a good thing to review history and sometimes it is best just to let history alone. At least if one has digital photos, one can simply delete. (smiles) Harder with the hard copies we had back ‘then.’
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erbiage
January 27, 2019 at 6:32 am
Oh how poignant
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