Memories, a Quadrille

bare feet on rocky path, I walk on,
bending and reaching, collecting moments,
pebbles that fill my pockets, 
one by one by one

rattling, they tumble against one another,
some polishing, aging to fine gemstone,
while others crumble to sand,
slipping through my fingers

-image found via Flickr; shared as part of dVerse’s Quadrille night

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27 thoughts on “Memories, a Quadrille

  1. Much to enjoy in 44 words, Angela! A lovely extended metaphor, especially the lines:
    ‘rattling, they tumble against one another,
    some polishing, aging to fine gemstone,
    while others crumble to sand’.

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  2. We really do sift through our memories and I like the analogy here of how some of them crumble (perhaps the ones we choose to forget) while others become polished gems, those treasured memories. Loved your quadrille and the image works so well too. Thanks for joining in. 🙂

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