Memory Lane


I quite like
ancient haunts;

lightly caressing
the memories evoked.

I learnt long ago
the foolishness
of regret,

of expectation
or disappointment.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 17, 2017, in Prose With Pretensions and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. I like to do that too. …”lightly caressing the memories evoked.” (Love those lines!) A gentle, exquisite poem, Ben.

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  2. Ah! Well then I upgrade it on both counts! 🤗

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