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Ornaments
Each a hazy memory,
an ornament from the past.
We drank from fountains of passion
convinced our love would last.
Where are they now,
new lovers or alone?
Though most have passed
their ornate light still glow.
an ornament from the past.
We drank from fountains of passion
convinced our love would last.
Where are they now,
new lovers or alone?
Though most have passed
their ornate light still glow.
Published 14th Jun 2021
| Edited 15th Jun 2021
Author's Note
I imagined an old man reflecting on past loves as if lined up like ornaments in a display box.
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15th Jun 2021 00:52am
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16th Jun 2021 5:43am
It reminds me a little of what someone told me once about past lovers: they always leave a piece of themselves inside you. Nice little ink!
18th Jun 2021 4:02pm
Yes. Each leaves a portion of themselves. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Anonymous
16th Jun 2021 9:24pm
I was thinking about a box of rare hand-blown glass Christmas ornaments that I have from years and years ago... It definitely is a cleverly applied metaphor but also applies a sense of sadness, to me anyway.... I might be odd like that though.... lol..
Great emoting thought provoker of a write....
🌹 - B
Great emoting thought provoker of a write....
🌹 - B
18th Jun 2021 4:03pm
The beautiful glass ornaments was what I visualized. I agree that there is a sense of sadness and loss.
