It’s time again for the fabulous Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who has also provided the photo this week.
If memories were little things, that you and I could touch,
I’d build a case to put them in and fill up every box.
Little bits of this and that and souvenirs and such,
Every one a stepping stone or a cherished building block.
Cycle rides and party games, monopoly and tiles.
Driving tips and theatre trips and TV shows and boys,
Shells that sing of seas you swam, and all those blessed smiles.
Every one a part of you and I’d see them through your eyes.
If memories were little things that you and I could touch.
helen midgley 
That’s a lovely poem. I love the idea of little boxes of tangible memories!
Thank you, using only 100 words certainly gets you thinking 🙂
Indeed – I had a lot of trouble with this one! Oh how I longed for 110 words 🙂
Really excellent job.
Thank you 🙂
I don’t follow many poetry blogs, so it’s nice to see the occasional one on FF. 🙂
Cheers for the comment. I’ve been writing poetry about a week, never tried it before, so still on a roll at minute, lol
“Shell that sing of seas you swam…” is a beautiful line. The whole poem is sweet and a little sad and makes me want my children to stay young! 🙂
Aww thank you, and I know what you mean about the children, mine are nearly men now 🙂
Quite a few beautiful lines here. I’m especially fond of the refrain-like repetition of the first and last lines. Gives it that cyclical, musical quality.
Thank you, 100 words is a challenge, I’m a bit of a rambler. After reading your blog I might try Haiku next. It may kill me, lol
Sounds playful and endearing.
Very lovely!
That’s lovely Helen. Very clever and a great take on the prompt.
Beautiful poem 🙂
A lovely concept, beautifully executed. Well done.
Dear Helen,
Wistful and dreamy, your poem was beautiful.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Helen,
My shadow box has prompted a lot of memories and wistful stories. Nice one.
shalom,
Rochelle
Loving this, good skills!
When I looked at the photo this week I thought about doing a poem but now I’m not sure I want to bother after reading this great post. Damn you! ; )
Write away, don’t mind me, lol. I’ve only been writing poetry about a week so still finding my way 🙂
A nice poem here, i enjoyed it.
For only writing poetry a week you certainly have a natural gift for rhythm. There were a couple of forced rhymes, but hey, Dr. Seuss made words up to make shit rhyme, darling, so no worries! Quite lovely, Helen.
Thank you for the fab comment, and yes you’re right I squeezed a couple a little too tight 😉 beginners perogative, lol
Nice verse! I enjoyed reading it.
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/friday-fictioneers-962013-bits-of-life-rated-pg13-genre-horror/
Lovely! 🙂
Hi Helen,
A beautiful poem on the nature of life’s best memories! Ron
Beautiful! A pleasant read.
This is beautiful Helen. It’s in touching the memories that we keep them from fading isn’t it?
A lovely poetic journey through the memory box…
Loved the poem from start to finish – very strong, well written and emotive. Great end line.
If memories were little things that you and I could touch.
You’re poetry is much better than mine. 🙂 You are a poet, I am not. Enjoyed it a lot.
This reminded me of a song by Jim Croce – Photographs and Memories. Yours was a little more happy in tone. Nicely done!
Helen, this was just lovely. I loved the way you opened and closed your poem by using the same line, rounded it off beautifully
Dee
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful, Helen. It had a nursery rhyme feel to it I really enjoyed.
Oooo, I really like this!
Sensitive write–lovely.
Lovely poetry, and rhymescheme and cadence that made me take my hat off.
Really enjoyed reading. Like the lilt and rhythm of your poem, as well the sentiment.
Sigh… Brought a tear, left a smile. Thank you for both.
The rhythm of your poem skips along nicely, and what wonderful sentiments of enjoying all those good times. A wonderful poem with a lot of warmth.
Very enjoyable. Those little keepsakes trigger those wonderful memories. That’s what makes them so precious.
A lovely poem. Memory is such an intriguing phenomenon.
🙂
A beautiful poem, Helen. Well done.