Memorabilia Comments

And nothing........... Silent pantomime. Nicely crafted poem.

Barry this an awesome piece. Sad, yet so very beautiful. Congrats on this poem being chosen.10++++

Hmmmm, seems like I only recently commented on this little jewel of a poem. And now it's Poem of the Day. No surprise here. Congratulations, Barry, on a very deserving Poem of the Day! :)

Memories of life! ! A shelf of dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Congratulations for being selected as POTD. Love the lines I cannot step into those memories before the gods I stoop to beggary 10++ for it.

Revisiting to this poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.

But every memory withholds from me the sights and sounds of all that used to be.....so true! Loved these lines. Congratulations for poem of the day place.

Beautiful poem about memories Barry. There are some beautiful lines in there (disheveled and blown like autumn leaves) that evoke the feelings that arise when we steep ourselves (or try to) in these memories. I love pulling some of them off the shelf, while others, I prefer to keep way in the back beyond my reach. The ending is melancholic and speaks to the difficulty in retrieval of such memories...they're not always available to us no matter how much we seek them. Peace to you.

Thank you to all. I cannot respond to every post but I do appreciate everyone's praise and comments.

I save the bits and pieces of the past the trinkets and the faded photographs disheveled like the windblown autumn leaves beyond the pulse of everything that breathes - - - - - - - -A stunningly beautiful write - - - - All lovely memories are like precious treasure we hold in ourselves and derive our strength by recalling those happy moments.But memories only can not give us back the moments spent.

Memories enrich our life. As far as possible, these are systematically indexed by each one of us but despite that it is not possible to retrieve those images 3D. This is indeed a masterpiece. Thanks. disheveled like the windblown autumn leaves the wind conspires to stir the leaves like grief

What would life be without memories and memorabilia! It's wonderful how a physical object can trigger a happy memory! And how profoundly you have triggered bittersweet memories! Barry, a hearty Congratulations on Poem Of The Day! Very well deserved!

a lovely poem of what once was and yet still remains? some things physical, some still embedded in our creative brains? .................brilliantly written Barry and best wishes.

Congrats on poem of the day, Barry! Great poem, and great picture to go with it!

At times it is hard to let go. Memories tug at our heart. A well written poem.

Α great conception, a great wording, a great composition.I do submit its translation.

Pretty, yet sad.... We need to know when to hold on, and when to let go... When to fight, and when to give in. I believe that, instinctively, we do know- - or, we will when the time is right. Beautiful, thought-provoking poetry still emanating from the lovely mind of Barry Middleton.

Beyond the pulse of everything that breathes still you keep memories with you like the leaves of beautiful autumn. Very deeply worded brilliant poem is presented here that recalls youth. Voice fills this silent pantomime. An excellent poem this is...10