| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/06/04 at 05:02 PM A blast from the past as relevant today (if not more so) as it was seven years ago. Yes, filed away I think, but quickly retrieved. What's hard though is that without regular contact, we hang onto an image of someone as they once looked. What's inside that person then becomes all the more meaningful, especially if we run into them years later. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/07/04 at 03:14 AM Ah! you have faced me into a reality I assiduously avoid facing. The loss of old friendships. Thanks so much, my friend, for helping me to feel old and new feelings about those old loves and friends. Beautifully written poem, Maureen. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/08/04 at 12:08 PM Keen sense of nostalgia, of that which cannot be easily retrieved, yet remains filed away (to sometimes come out at very odd moments). Also, you evoke the question, "Will I too become a "filed" away face, to be mostly forgotten?" There is a bit of the melancholy in this poem. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/08/04 at 05:45 PM This poem of yours is a beautiful lament full of nostalgic reflection. I just LOVE the last two stanza's, "even as newer loves take over
and the years draw closed old curtains where do we place the old loves? Do they just get filed away?" - it seems to me that, yes, they do get 'filed' away...though if we filed correctly and meaningfully then the retrieval should not be so difficult when the time comes. Lovely read!! :-)
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| Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/08/04 at 07:28 PM This is very familiar to me. And being so young I'm sometimes very scared of losing people even in mind. But I've learned that if that person touched my life in some way, that they have left something of themselves in me which I can carry with me forever. I feel that if in our lifetime we can pass on to others something of ourselves then we will never truly die because when that person passes some of themselves onto others that part of you will also be passed along. A great read that sparked a good amount of thought. :) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/08/04 at 07:30 PM I have a filing place for the old loves and faces
in my heart. Nice warm poem Mo.....Charlie |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/08/04 at 08:17 PM i believe they take up some space on the memory of my hard disc, or on the hard disc of my memory. Surely not on a disc and then in some box, ready to get lost...nope, filed in a way that one click is enough to bring a memory back to life. great read Maureen :) |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 04/10/04 at 02:35 PM Great poetry here. A piece I can well relate to. I often find myself thinking of yesterday and moments therein. Sometimes it is better to file certain pieces away to be forgotten though. However, many of those moments are what bring us to where we are today. A lot of sentiment here. Great poem, thanks for sharing it. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/10/04 at 10:06 PM I have pondered such a question as this, Maureen and the answer my friend, is still blowin in the wind. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/11/04 at 01:02 PM 'even as newer loves take over
and the years draw closed old curtains
where do we place the old loves?
Do they just get filed away?', They do, in one of the umpteen green rooms back stage. But they come alive when 'ENERGIZED' by the associations without or within. Associations never dies, not even in the dreams.
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