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REMEMBERING Age sedates the imperfections of youth excuses passions and accommodates inexperience Yet we heap glory on the culture of their newly discovered experiments. Often we tremble to see them go astray biting away at civilized norms. But when they reflect our dreams of hedonistic excesses we smile and wonder how to recapture the fire that now simmers; a burnt out ember of a flaming heart. C.A.K. 10-1-2012

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Michael E. Harris

Date: 9/26/2017 1:57:00 PM

Awesome. Stimulyrs a Fantastic view of a memory.

Sharon Ruebel

Date: 10/22/2013 12:35:00 PM

This is absolutely beautiful! I love your most poetic and wonderful words here. "a burnt out ember of a flaming heart." Wow Allan, cannot wait for more.. Lov, Shar

Allan Koven

Date: 9/22/2013 10:04:00 AM

Andrea, some might say I'm a bit peculiar with spacey thinking, so I thank you for your pleasant comment. Allan

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/22/2013 12:25:00 AM

a deep poem. You are a reflective poet and I like that about you.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 9/20/2013 2:22:00 PM

This is so true, Allen. I have an 18 year old daughter...I see this piece reflected in the way I relate to you. I'm stopping by to say I've answered your post on my poem....I'm SO SO honored that you would share my poetry in a poetry group...This is thrilling. Nothing could give me more joy than to know my words are being shared. Thanks! :)

Allan Koven
Date: 9/20/2013 2:28:00 PM

My pleasure and delight, Eileen.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 9/20/2013 5:34:00 AM

I can relate so much to your words..When i see young teenagers full of life..I smile for them ..Remembering how not long ago I was one of them..yet now having a child of my own..my mind is full of caution and at times fear of what is ready for her in the huge orbit.She s stiill one yr old yet my heart knows she ll grow so fast ..and I wonder where passion would lead her tiill embers fade to live in dreams as her mum's do.Excellent post!

Allan Koven
Date: 9/20/2013 8:34:00 AM

Thank you Charmain, for really understanding this poem. You got exactly right. Allan

Dan Kearley

Date: 9/11/2013 2:05:00 PM

We just need to fan the flames once in a while. Ha-ha... Nice write, Allan.

Allan Koven
Date: 9/20/2013 8:35:00 AM

Sometimes the flame flairs up but then quickly dies. Thanks for reading this. Allan

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/11/2013 9:18:00 AM

- Keep life in the flame .... life go too fast. - Well written, Allan ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Allan Koven
Date: 9/11/2013 9:26:00 AM

Sorry Anne, comment below was for Richard. As we age, sometimes we feel diminished. What passion remains is metered out and we react with caution. Except in my case, where obtuse ideas still get expressed in poetry.

Allan Koven
Date: 9/11/2013 9:23:00 AM

Richard, youth has great passion and often uses it to excess but we as adults with narrower vision see chaos. Nevertheless, it often excites us and causes our minds to shift back to earlier days. Don't think we were any happier but the blood ran quicker and voices were louder. Thank you for your comment. Allan

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/11/2013 9:12:00 AM

This is a good explanation as to why we are a youth worshipping culture. So many of us fail to embrace the wonders and magnificence that comes with age.

Merton Lee

Date: 9/11/2013 4:57:00 AM

hi Allah, A great poem, very impactful. I can readily understand and gain insight into some of the various perspectives and sentiments contained in this wonderful poem, particularly when I talk to my two adolescent children. Very memorable. Looking forward to your next poem. Best wishes, Merton

Merton Lee
Date: 9/11/2013 4:59:00 AM

Very sorry, Allan, a minor typo regarding your name. I seek your pardon. Thanks. Merton

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/10/2013 8:16:00 PM

Hello Allen, one can always rekindle a heart, ... I believe aging hearts come with little sparks... but, then again I believe an aging heart can burn with passion like never before... enjoyed...Linda

Allan Koven
Date: 9/11/2013 9:11:00 AM

Oh Linda, you are always on top of things. And as usual, I love hearing from you. I think the the key part of the poem was the hedonistic experiences; something we more mature adults look back with aghast and envy. You are the heart of Poetry Soup. Thank youl Allan