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the curvaceous bottles
spin
memories flooded
the alcoves of my mind
a narrow closet
 lace from the past
slowly dwindles away
from maps of recognition
long forgotten
summer plays
of imagined
passion

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  1. well done, memories can be trigger by many things

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    1. Yes, a waft of perfume. The shade of a colour. Anything.

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  2. Ninot Ma'am,
    The beauty of memories. It makes welcome visits in the subconscious from time to time and makes life a weave of contrasts. Excellent!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you Sir Hank. Even the painting of a lovely apple...

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  3. Very beautifully done. Memories and old closets.......cool!

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    1. They do go together, don't they Sherry?

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  5. Well done...I love "imagined passion," it closes with wistful sadness...

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    1. Wistful sadness sounds lovely too. This is the essence of epic tragedies.

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  6. Imagined passion can sometimes be quite titillating, don't you think? :)

    Another Whirl with Robert Hass

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  7. Hi Ninot,

    As I read your poem, it brought me forth memories long forgotten. You have words so beautifully woven.

    Selamat menyambut Eid Mubarak, Taqobalallahu Minnaa wa Minkum, Minal 'Aidin wal Faizin.

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    1. Dear Zunnur,
      Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin.

      I love it that you have enjoyed my poetry.

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