First Post

Well what an exciting day this is. I have been wondering about blogs for quite a while and now I have one of my very own. Welcome to the world of clairabelle dedicated to memories we find lose and never see again. Here's a poem just for the occasion.

Memories Lost

The wind blows the dust off past lives,
like an old woman beginning her spring cleaning:
Thoughts, ideas and memories;
each are savoured and forgotten.

Thoughts of a prior generation
shining through the dust,
a burst of sunlight
in the darkened depths of the earth.

Ideas are sown into the woodwork,
chiselled into eternity,
slowly forgotten,
covered by the grey of solitude.

Memories walk down lanes,
twisting, turning, becoming one,
clouding over, written to remember;
the wind blows the dust off past lives.

Claire Frances Saunders

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