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contest Yesterday's Wishes

sponsor Craig Cornish

My scrapbook fell and I watched it fall apart as it tumbled to the floor scattering yesterday's wishes of emotional letters from lovers and photographs taken from another time, another place...long ago My weathered wrinkled fingers picked them up one piece at a time, so I could reflect while I looked at each one intently so I could remember the times when I ran through life like I was running with the bulls on a cobbled stone street filled with abundant energy and life these memories of wishes kept as silent precious reminders of a life lived and wishes kept I placed them all back in the book then ran my hand across its cover with a smile

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Sam Kauffman

Date: 7/8/2024 11:41:00 AM

What a wonderful metaphoric poem, Frederic! The use of the scrapbook is just brilliant - photos, our wishes to keep treasured people, places and events alive. I love the image of the albums falling apart with age only to be rescued, resurrected and set in a place of honor again where we can visit them any time we wish. Congratulations on your win! Blessings.

Susan Ashley

Date: 7/7/2024 6:08:00 PM

Frederic, dear friend, dear poet, your introspective verses remind me of when my scrapbook has fallen scattering memories that I then pickup, sort through and sit with for a while.. indeed, your last line is a golden finale for a soulful, beautiful and relatable poem. Congratulations for your win in Craig's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Frederic Parker
Date: 7/8/2024 5:33:00 AM

Susan, dear friend, dear poet, I've written many poems for Craig's contest and have many N/A's , it amazed me to win with the simplest poem I could write...who knew

Di11y Da11y

Date: 7/6/2024 2:46:00 AM

Congratulations on your win, it's amazing how we reorder memories without the rest/rest to create a miraculous montage that feels never to be repeated, yet we have moments still and all any of it actually took was an actual moment of beauty. You captured a new one right here!

Frederic Parker
Date: 7/6/2024 7:07:00 AM

Thank you dear poet, it's the simple things in life I tend toward

Terry Miller

Date: 7/6/2024 1:51:00 AM

Superb, congratulations

Frederic Parker
Date: 7/6/2024 7:08:00 AM

I don't know about superb, but it will do thank you

Crystol Woods

Date: 7/5/2024 10:42:00 PM

Oh so vivid this scene is! I've seen and done this exact thing several times and there is such beauty in the everyday life. Yep...I have my box of old love letters! Not kept to wish I'd had a different life but to remember those precious moments in life when your emotions and feelings were so passionate and wild! Those moments when we felt loved and gave love whole heartedly with no reserve! Scary to imagine now! This is awesome... congrats! Xi

Frederic Parker
Date: 7/6/2024 7:09:00 AM

yes reality is easy to write, dear poet, thank you

thriveni c mysore

Date: 7/5/2024 6:50:00 PM

Congratulations on your win dear poet. Happy writing.

Craig Cornish

Date: 7/5/2024 12:05:00 PM

Livin in this one Sir Frederic!

Frederic Parker
Date: 7/5/2024 4:15:00 PM

Thank you Craig, being anywhere on your contest list means something, all of us know that so thank you

Candide Diderot

Date: 6/15/2024 6:56:00 AM

"My weathered wrinkled fingers picked them up one piece at a time, so I could reflect while I looked at each one intently so I could remember the times when I ran through life like I was running with the bulls on a cobbled stone street filled with abundant energy and life..."

Candide Diderot
Date: 6/15/2024 6:57:00 AM

Did you run with the bulls? Courageous. Good luck with the entry. Surely, this is a winner. But it is off-page, real life, that truly and only matters. xx