Remembrance of Things Past
I think I’ve vanquished wanderlust. I do not pine for travel.
All my wandering hopes and dreams have started to unravel.
I have no need to ameliorate the life that I am living.
I find that simpler pleasures are ones that keep on giving
pleasure far after the fact. It seems that memory substitutes
to satisfy what once I gained via other attributes.
Events in memory flower again after their first flowering.
A simple perfect blossom on a plant once lush and towering.
I no longer need it all. What I have is sufficient.
I’ve learned so much this lifetime that with more I’d be omniscient.
Year by year and friend by friend, I’m losing more connections.
I only hope that I will not outlive my recollections!
The prompt words today are vanquish, wanderlust, longer, ameliorate and hope.
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I was looking for one photo to illustrate the poem and got sort of carried away..I could have added sixty more, so if you are from a period of my life not represented, sorry..I just took them as I could find them and suddenly realized I was getting excessive. You are in my heart even if not on this page…
We will never outlive our memories. We may forgot today, but yesterday will stay with us. I personally promise!
This is almost a visual biography of your life. I can always pick you out by your hair 😀
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ha.. I was trying to pick one photo and got carried away. I kept thinking of important places and people I’d left out. Finally just had to quit.
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Wonderful sets of memories! Please don’t withdraw permanently — it’s tempting, I know, as we are sequestered to simply live within ourselves (I do it too), but we will outlast the pandemic, and we will need our friends and contacts even more than we have in the past!
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Oh I still see and talk to friends.. I just don’t have the lust to take off for far away places. Travel just isn’t as much fun as it used to be. Too much hoopla, too little authentic getting away. My hammock feels pretty good…
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OK — I agree that travel has become more of a chore. If we could spirit our way to the places we’d like to go, that would work — but I’m sure the hammock does feel pretty good!
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It just isn’t fun to travel anymore. Maybe if I were younger and could get to some third world country, but even then, I don’t have the stamina or the bladder I once did..
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Great poem with a wonderful gallery of memories.
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I’m sure you’ve seen some of these before, Sadje..
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Yes, some of them.
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Wonderful gallery. The third line of the poem flows particularly well. The last line is rather chilling.
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Yes! The simple pleasures are the nourishing ones, mind, body, spirit. I loved the pictures!
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Thanks, Sascha.
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Touching, tender, thoughtful, compelling visual novel of a life and an era. Judy, you’ve done it again, taken me for a ride along your own dotted story line. What fun! (Although now I crave your take on the missing links.) I thank you, mi amiga.
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Thanks, Glen. How are things in your area? Any fires? Just amazing how there is thing after thing. Here, it is Dengue. Half the town is down with it in San Juan Cosala. I just took a TV with VCR player and a ton of old VCR’s to Agustin, who is pretty ill with it. He was sleeping so I didn’t get to talk to him.
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