I tiptoed on cobbled streets
Afraid that I may set off landmines
Where your memories hide
For I fear the explosion of nostalgia
Right before my eyes
So I treaded the long roads
With a watchful heart
Praying that I won’t get to see
Ghosts of the past
© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #126 and The Daily Post prompt: Ghost.
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August 18, 2016 at 2:08 pm
Aw man, I know this feeling. Except they’re flashbacks. 😞
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August 19, 2016 at 10:26 am
Ooh… flashbacks! That could be frightening at times. Sigh. 😞😞😞
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August 19, 2016 at 10:48 am
It is. 💕
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August 18, 2016 at 5:27 pm
oh dear. the metaphors are gorgeous. each line melancholic! GREAT! ❤
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August 19, 2016 at 10:27 am
Thank you, dear! ❤ Have a lovely day and weekend. ^^
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August 21, 2016 at 3:12 pm
You too dearie! 😍😍😍
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August 18, 2016 at 5:49 pm
Great poem Maria. It is sad how the ghosts of our past can take us down long painful roads. Thank you for posting these wonderful words.
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August 19, 2016 at 10:40 am
And thank you for your kind words, D. The thought of being haunted by the living is equally dreadful to being haunted by the dead.
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August 18, 2016 at 5:57 pm
Beautiful imagery. Landmines and the ghosts of the past, these are my favorite here.
Well done!
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August 19, 2016 at 10:42 am
Thank you, Madeeha. I’m happy you enjoyed this one. ❤
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August 18, 2016 at 9:13 pm
Excellent write
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August 19, 2016 at 10:54 am
Thanks a lot. I appreciate the compliment. ^^
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August 19, 2016 at 10:31 pm
You’re welcome.
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August 18, 2016 at 9:54 pm
Ohhh beautiful. Just beautifully written Maria. It’s eerie but the descriptions are so lovely. This poem demands to be read multiple times.
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August 19, 2016 at 10:55 am
Awwee… you’re making me smile with this comment, Jade! Thank you. ❤
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August 19, 2016 at 8:14 am
Thank you so much.
Japan time, is at 19 days am9.
Every day, home garden has screamed in the intense heat of 35 ~ 37 ℃.
Buddhist memorial service of the father of 49 days was also the end.
Best regards in the future.
I wish you good luck.
Ryoma.
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August 21, 2016 at 4:50 am
Lovely take avoiding nostalgia and ghosts of the past 🙂
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August 22, 2016 at 11:17 pm
Hello Maria! The first three lines captured me,
‘I tiptoed on cobbled streets
Afraid that I may set off landmines
Where your memories hide’
Very touching. I can relate to your poem. Beautiful!
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August 28, 2016 at 1:07 pm
This is Excellent, Maria–I agree with all the other comments!
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September 5, 2016 at 3:52 pm
I like how you have put it all together… eerie but true thoughts…
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October 15, 2016 at 7:37 am
This is MARVELOUS, Maria! Sorry it took so long for me to reconnect with you–I’ve thought of you often since July-High, but you know, life happens…and with me it always means a new blog…or 10 🙂 Hope you are very well, that your heart is overflowing with Happy! Stella/Delyn
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