Contemplative Satisfaction
My memories are superimposed,
each one over the others,
repeating forgotten things
like reflections in a window
to my past.
The sights, sounds, and sensed emotions
I can no longer feel, hopes and desires
of mine in a younger man’s clothes
when I danced and played
not knowing about the treasures
that are my memories today.
Look both ways and overlay the tastes and aromas of each memory.
Mind the gaps of confusion as you look through lost time for meanings as we live into the answers to past questions.
Our Literary Journey 
Isn’t that the way of it? We don’t always know what memories will remain, which we will cherish, which we will confuse or merge… Beautifully done, Bill.
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Thank you, Dale. 🙂 It is. Memories are tricky things.
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Ain’t that the truth!! 🙂
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🙂
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Perfectly satisfied with this contemplation Bill.
The really great thing is that I can watch old films again and have no idea of the plot or outcomes!
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Thank you, Peter. Memory is not so reliable.
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You layered a lot of nice stuff into this piece, Bill, including that postscript insight that “we live into the answers to past questions.” I’ll remember this one!
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Thank you, Marilyn. I may have borrowed a bit from Rilke. 🙂
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Loved this Bill 🙂
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Thank you.
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The past becomes a present, I think. Well done.
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Thank you, Ron.
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Beautiful and true!
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Thank you. 🙂
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No time like the present to create new good memories. The mind blurs boundaries.
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It does.
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