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Sunday, 24 April 2011

Corridors of Memory 



In the corridors of our minds 
Are memories and times left behind 
Good times to recall and make us smile
Others so bad we could run a mile!

As degeneration sets upon us 
The corridors get blocked
Some memories a kaleidoscope of colours 
Others forever locked !




Thank you to Greg Laychak for the picture
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20 comments:

  1. Trisha24 April 2011 at 16:50

    very true. and that clogging is very painful.

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  2. Sean Vessey24 April 2011 at 17:20

    I feel that way many times. Thank you for the great write down memories hallways

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  3. John (@bookdreamer)24 April 2011 at 19:34

    it comes too soon to all of us

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  4. Maude Lynn24 April 2011 at 20:17

    Nicely done!

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  5. Brian Miller25 April 2011 at 03:56

    nice i like the kaleidascope...yeah memories can get blocked...as well...

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  6. Debra25 April 2011 at 06:15

    Hi Kez, you couldn’t have put it more aptly and succinctly. Beautifully said!
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  7. Kodjo Deynoo25 April 2011 at 08:07

    Indeed others forever locked a nice poem you wrote

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  8. Karen25 April 2011 at 09:51

    I liked it!

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  9. Anonymous25 April 2011 at 20:32

    Very true. This reminds me of a poem I put on Thurs potluck called Death row http://irisinbloom.wordpress.com
    Iris

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  10. Anonymous26 April 2011 at 07:55

    memories and minds could be very strange at times... :) great write!

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  11. Ifinder Ifindi 26 April 2011 at 14:29

    Thank You Kez. It is just like walking in a carriador with recollections of bygone. Similar other. So Philosophical and sweet. Ever Best Wishes.

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  12. Anonymous27 April 2011 at 00:59

    Time and memory are indeed fickle things...

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  13. CM27 April 2011 at 03:32

    So true. My husband works at an assisted living facility, so this made me think of all the stories he tells me. Although the residents may be forgetful, many of them still have a few nice memories they hold on to.

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  14. Anonymous27 April 2011 at 13:15

    "The corridors get blocked
    Some memories a kaleidoscope of colours
    Others forever locked !"

    Loved the feel to the lines above...

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  15. Claudia27 April 2011 at 17:14

    there are many corridors in our mind indeed..and we can find treasures in them i guess..nicely said..

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  16. Tashtoo27 April 2011 at 17:37

    Wonderful and compelling little write that has made my mind travel down some of those corridors..and, of course, now following :)

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  17. Bing Yap28 April 2011 at 01:34

    this is so beautiful... as we grow older, the memories are all that we have. senility, once it sets in, is truly tragic.

    i couldn't write it better. this is an amazing piece!

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  18. Katherine Krige28 April 2011 at 03:41

    Don't forget the memories that are twisted and turned into whatever flavour is required in the moment. My Grandmother has the Alzheimer's memories that are gone, made up or frozen forever into today. Nice One Shot

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  19. Madeleine Begun Kane29 April 2011 at 00:13

    Lovely, sad, and true, all at once.

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  20. Louise21 August 2011 at 18:12

    Lovely, and sadly true!

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