Friday, 9 March 2018

people, places and things


I do not have a lot of things ... I like to travel light ...
although ... some of my things are faintly, faintly
enchanted ... not the utilitarian stuff, of course ... but,
rather, those things I have gathered along the way or came
to me as gifts or keepsakes – many, now, from people
who are gone from this world ... and yet, by some
ensorcelling magic, those things – occasionally – conjure up ...
that time ... a delicate evocation ... that floats across my mind ...
in wonderful wisps of fondness and affinity ... as fleeting
as a sigh  ......................................................

though, the streets and cafés and park fountains, waters edge
and kitchens, where we paused to linger, long ago
– on our divergent journeys – are not easily revisited to
summon forth the lovely subtleties of connection ... they
are softly near ... in my old puka shells ... a mixing bowl ... 
or in the pages of a dilapidated dictionary ... such things as these
can take me back ... to the people of those places ... in that far away ...
and like ancient seafarers on a foreign sea ... we pass, once again ...
ships in mystic mist  ... barely there ... barely there ... 
still ................................................................

photo:  Things  (the picture is part of an Indian brass tea set Mike purchased on his trip around the world in the 60's, which I had a bit of fun playing around with, with photo editing tools) - W. Bourke

© 2018 Wendy Bourke

25 comments:

  1. lovely romantic tale of those keepsakes we gather as we go..

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  2. Traveling light is the way to go, I think. I know I went through a time of accumulating things. Now I realize how inconsequential 'things' are. It is the memories that matter most. Your poem is reflective, Wendy. And you caused me to reflect as well. I enjoyed very much how your poem trailed off at the end...barely there....still!

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  3. Souvenirs got replaced by tons of photographs once digital photography came along! And yes a single picture can take one back in an instant...!!!

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  4. We often associate memories with things gifted to us by loved ones💖 how beautifully you describe the emotions and the journey we go through various phases of life💖

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  5. Whatever you do never give up those memoirs of love as you will need them as you get older and they will comfort you in your loneliness. I really loved this Wendy.

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  6. This is a precious write - the mystery of objects summoned up perfectly

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  7. I wish I could learn to travel lighter and love the idea of things being 'faintly, faintly enchanted'. I also identify with the 'lovely subtleties of connection', especially the mixing bowl and the 'pages of a dilapidated dictionary'.

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  8. I too love to think about the past with fond memories conjured by old photos or things....amazing how much love these hold. As I declutter more and more, I hang on to those things most important to my memories! Lovely writing.......

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  9. Lovely, reminded me of all the things I have collected over the journeys. And, the memories that comes alive when we look back at them - they are there, forever etched.

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  10. Having kids means I have accumulated a ton of things, many of them that should have been donated or otherwise purged years ago. :D I will go through them all someday (probably once they both fly the nest), but there are some treasures I will hold on to.

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  11. Very lovely hymn to travelling lightly counter balanced with notions of moments and lingering presence, however delicate and enduring. My favourite read of the day so far Wendy.

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  12. I treasure the precious objects I have which have great sentimental value. I try to let go of things, but there are always those few which I can never let go of. Lovely write!

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  13. I think we need a few mementos only... if these are images or things depends, but certainly the touch of something cannot be replaced by only sight.

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  14. What a beautiful brass teapot......I, too, am surrounded by objects that evoke memories, from my long life............treasures..........and my walls are hung with pictures of wolves..........I love looking at them all.

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  15. I have a ring that belonged to my father--and every time I put it on, he is with me--these small things can be so powerfully evocative--your piece is wonderful and just pulls at my heart--

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  16. I do believe the mementos we pick up in the journey of life possess magic. They can take us to another time and place in a blink of an eye. The indian teapot certainly conjures
    up some mysticism.

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  17. I travel too heavy at times. I love the moments when I carry nothing but wonder.

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  18. This is the epitome of "sentimental value".

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  19. One can never know how a gift can help one remember someone who might not feature much in memory otherwise. Good to give a present during one's lifetime! Agreed Wendy!

    Hank

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  20. This is beautiful, Wendy. All those little gifts along the way make up your life and give you your memories.

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  21. Luv the nostalgia in this piece Wendy.
    Happy Sunday


    Much love...

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  22. Bringing back memories with objects of our lives. thanks for sharing wendy.

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  23. Yes, "things," can remind us of where we have been and people we met along the way. "Things," can lead us into our hearts, and there everything waits for us. Loved your write.

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  24. Those treasures can evoke memories of the past ~ For me, keep some stuff (but not too much) and travel light, smiles ~

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