Tag Archive: memories


Wild Rose

Wild Rose

Thorns,
first prick,
nipping me.
As my finger,
trails along roughness.
Emerald toughness hides,
sweet sap coursing through the stem.
A single solitary bloom,
awakens a stirring emotion.
Memories sweep accross my timeless mind.
Candy apple red petals carefully,
draped along a glossy wooden floor.
Anniversary, shared delight.
Stealing kisses through the night.
Memories lost in sight.
As like a petal,
you fade away,
Slowly and
gently,
forever.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

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Imagination Meeting the Future

Imagination meets the Future

Surging across a turquoise canvas, colossal yet elegant forms grace the sky with their presence.
Fire and smoke seep around the sharp fangs of the dragons.

Hot ruby liquid tumbles down a grumbling mountain side.
Ashes rain down on the unsuspecting, hardy creatures of the Cretaceous as they scramble frantically.

Glimmering in the morning light, she searches
Seeking the blossoms for her satchel that contains trinkets.
Treasures containing glimpses of past recollections, heart aches and tears of joy.
She flutters away, tiny form quickly vanishing into an unrelenting sky.

Dancing upon the wind, he nickers softly.
His acrobatic show ends in a headlong dive.
He skids to a halt just before her.
She gently runs her hands along his velvet nose and then leans against his shoulder.
He envelopes her with loving down pinioned wings, blowing tenderly into her hair.

Metal clashes, echoing boldly in the fortress.
Clad in silver from head to toe he struts out to fetch his fair maiden taken from him.

Locked up in an unfamiliar place, choked of oxygen, higher up than ever.
She sighs in contempt, throwing piercing glances at her captor standing outside the door.

Confronting the hideous one – eyed monster, snarling and spitting, he stands tall.
Striking out fervently, he strikes the vital heart.
The creature screams into the night.
It falls with a thump in it’s own sludge, it’s minions scrabbling to escape their masters fate.
The Knight climbs the marble staircase to his beloved.

Watching the gruesome scene below, she scans the field looking for him.
A soft rap at the door and she throws it open.
They embrace passionately, reacquainting themselves.

He packs up his Knights, Dinosaurs and Dragons, safely tucking them away for treasured memories sake.
Dressed for a future, he looks one last time.

She glances back at her hutch filled with Faeries and Pegasus fear drifting away.
Fond memories flood back she tucks them away for the right moment to retrieve them.
She closes her door and leans back, quieting the fluttering butterflies roaming her belly.
She glides down the stairs in her ivory dress, tucking her memories safely away, making room for new ones.

Moments later their eyes meet in mirrored adoration.
She sees pixie dust, a silvered mane, a Knight in shining armor.
He sees spumes of Dragon fire, a gargantuan ancient creature, his lifelong Queen.
Joined forever as one,
imagination meeting the future.

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Grains of Sand

Grains of  Sand

Like grains of sand….
She gently brings her pendant into view.
It is a tiny bottle of sand.
Gained on one of her journeys.
Obtained on a bright sunny day in the Bahamas.

To her it is a near memory of a family vacation, truly magical.
It also represents her other quests.
Each minuscule piece of grain, a distant memory.
Each tiny piece of grain, a single person who has shaped her.

As the years flow from one to another, another soul drifts in and out of her life.
Like foot prints in the sand, the memories fade.
But alas they are not forgotten.

Each heartache resonates like sound waves in the ocean.
Each joyful occasion trapped, frozen in time.
Each friend wraps their warm embrace around her.
Even as time goes on.

She looks at a darkened grain and remembers back.
To horseback riding events, soccer, choir, birthday parties and sleepovers.
To a chance meeting of a kindred soul, a strangers kindness and an experience of deja vu as past friends are present again.
Each experience embodied in a single piece of grain.

Each person,place,thing and experience shaping her like a thoughtful sculpture.
She smiles as past experiences flood her with all emotions.
She nestles her pendant back into place right by her heart.
Each memory daily brushing up against her.
Like grains of sand……

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2010

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