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Friday, May 6, 2011

Pressed Flowers




PRESSED FLOWERS….


As I turn the pages
Of my book of life
Gone by
Memories…
Like pressed flowers
Stare back at me
Some dead, some vibrant
Colors faded,
A broken stalk,
A torn petal,
Testimony to the
Scars and pain
Endured…
A mere shadow
Of what had been.
Some withered
And crushed
Blown away
By the winds of time
Some banished
Into oblivion
Others still fresh…
In their riot of colors
A crimson streak,
A flash of purple,
A virginal white,
A playful yellow,
A crispy green…
Some still move me
With their faint fragrance
While some numb
My weary soul



I pick up a random few
To carry in my heart…
Some bring a tear
Some a frown
And some a smile
While some stay
Locked away in time
To reminisce
On cold winter nights



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49 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 6, 2011 at 12:01 PM

    Really wonderful but then again you always are. I loved the press flowers
    line. By the way that image of you is great I wish I took it:)

    http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-feeling-blue.html

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  2. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 12:06 PM

    Thank you Jim as always for having such beautiful words for my poems.

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  3. DavidMay 6, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    Great post!! Life is exactly like pressed flowers, very insightful of you to make the connection. Our life is full of memories, many memorable and some are unpleasant but they all make us who we are and complete us. Your words have me picturing my life via a leather bound album full of flowers in various stages of condition and it's a exciting read for the most part. Take care!!

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  4. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    Thank you David. I really think memories are like pressed flowers captured in our book called life.

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  5. Jidhu JoseMay 6, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    lovely lines.

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  6. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 12:43 PM

    Thank you Jidhu

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  7. Rachel HoytMay 6, 2011 at 12:51 PM

    What a lovely analogy! Life memories really are like pressed flowers. Lovely words. :)

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  8. Simon M HunterMay 6, 2011 at 12:54 PM

    Lovely images and words. You have a new follower!

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  9. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    Hi Rachel, dont know why I thought of pressed flowers when I thought of memories today but the idea stuck and this poem came about.Thanks a ton

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  10. AnonymousMay 6, 2011 at 1:04 PM

    pressed flowers do invoke so many thoughts and memories. take you back to the time, day and place when you carefully placed them in those pages. you are right, memories come back....flooding, some making you smile while others reminding you of a time you gladly put behind.
    beautiful sister!'
    rimjhim
    http://sukanyabora.wordpress.com/

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  11. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 1:04 PM

    Simon so good to see you here and thank you so much for your comment. And also for following my journey.

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  12. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 1:07 PM

    Hey my talented sister, just read your recent post. Loved it.

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  13. Jessica MMay 6, 2011 at 1:24 PM

    I love how you compare memories, the keeping and falling away of them, to pressed flowers. Brilliant poem.

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  14. RimlyMay 6, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    Thank you Jessica

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  15. charlie nitricMay 6, 2011 at 2:24 PM

    Hi Rimly -

    I like your poem a lot, and I really like how you say, "in a riot of colors" ... that good imagery for me. Thank you. :)

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  16. Jessica BrantMay 6, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    Rimly,
    Who ever broke your heart was a real ass hole..
    You have a beautiful spirit
    xoxo
    Jessica

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  17. Melissa TandocMay 6, 2011 at 3:17 PM

    oh rimly, i'm very glad this was among the first blogs i read this morning... your lines are very personal and beautifully expressed... did i say i like i too much? it brings different memories in my mind... like pressed flowers... i'd like to see the ones i kept (not only in my mind)... :*

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  18. photos by janMay 6, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    Love it!!

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  19. IrfanuddinMay 6, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    very true...Life is collection of memories in diffrenet colors n forms....

    Gods's Own man@APNIBOLI

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  20. Roy DurhamMay 6, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    @ anonymous when it come to asshole i think we all know where you are best you go back too writing on outhouse walls. rimly this is a beautiful poem. and the world love your art and feels the love in your heart. thank you and god bless.

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  21. Mari Sterling WilburMay 6, 2011 at 10:50 PM

    Beautiful, beautiful words!

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  22. KritiMay 7, 2011 at 12:04 AM

    Love the imagery! I have the same emotions you know Rimly - but can never put it as beautifully as you do.

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  23. Savira GuptaMay 7, 2011 at 4:01 AM

    Love it and am speechless!

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  24. TJ LubranoMay 7, 2011 at 4:04 AM

    Oh I love this! Especially how you described the colors. I love colors! The images are wonderful as well and fits perfectly with your wonderful text ^_^

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  25. alejandro guzmanMay 7, 2011 at 4:20 AM

    Press me.

    Loved it

    A

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  26. BongoMay 7, 2011 at 4:21 AM

    memories good and bad pressed together..forever kept..beautiful...as always...XOXOOXOXO

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  27. Alpana JaiswalMay 7, 2011 at 4:50 AM

    I know what u mean...beautiful as ever..To be honest with you, I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart.. a heart that's aching to see you smile again.

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  28. NelietaMay 7, 2011 at 6:17 AM

    Oh this is so beautiful and touching Rimly! I love your poems and they always pull at my heart strings!

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  29. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    Thank you Charlie.

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  30. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 7:44 AM

    Love you Jessica Brant. Some assholes will never change

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  31. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 7:52 AM

    @Melissa did you check on your book of pressed flowers. Love your comment
    @Jan thank you dear
    @Irfan thanks
    @Roy god bless you for your comment
    @Mari I love your photography as you appreciate my words
    @Kriti you express your thoughts so beautifully in prose. Nothing can compare to that. Thank you nevertheless my goddess
    @YogaSavy, thank you Savira. Your words often get me speechless

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  32. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 7:57 AM

    @TJ I have become a fan of your drawings. They are wonderful. Thank you
    @A you are pressed and stored in my book of life to ponder about in the future :))) Thank you
    @Bongo xoxo
    @Alapana thank you for being there soul sister as I am there for you
    @Nelieta I hope your heart strings were pulled this in a positive way. Thank you. xoxo

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  33. S. Susan DeborahMay 7, 2011 at 8:23 AM

    Why does everyone say what I had wanted to but still I say: The analogy is beautiful. I savoured each and every line of this sober and tender poem on life.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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  34. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    Thank you Susan.

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  35. ShebaMay 7, 2011 at 9:29 AM

    My friend.. if I were a man... I wud be right at your feet begging for this kind of love!! Oh the losers that can't feel your tenderness...

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  36. AbhisekMay 7, 2011 at 9:45 AM

    Life is a time period between which we face so many types of feelings.Love,care,hate,sad and many more.But all of them together make life a Life.We should live every part of it.

    Excellent seems a small word for your writings....but they truly are. :D

    When The Heart Speaks

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  37. SwatiMay 7, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    Lovely as usual Rimly....you really do write so beautifully...

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  38. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    Thank you Sheba, Abhisek and Swati.

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  39. baldychazMay 7, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    Lovely mate ;)

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  40. RimlyMay 7, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    Thank you Charles.

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  41. fantasy in practicalityMay 7, 2011 at 1:55 PM

    PRESSED FLOWERS, an unique name given to an unique poem.

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  42. Lavina MelwaniMay 7, 2011 at 3:40 PM

    Rimly - truly lovely! I used to collect pressed flowers and your poem evokes all the bitter sweet longings of trying to hold on to something which will never come alive again. But nobody can take our pressed flowers away from us.

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  43. RadzMay 7, 2011 at 7:34 PM

    Beautiful Rimly..... Pressed flowers .... our memories... good n bad...to each his/her own...

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  44. RimlyMay 8, 2011 at 7:15 AM

    @Sancheeta thank you my dear. The name pressed flowers came to me and stayed in my head. I had to put it on words then
    @Lavina so true nobody can take away our memories, they are ours alone. Thank you for visiting and commenting
    @Radznand thank you so much. Our memories are for us to keep or discard

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  45. sulekkhaMay 9, 2011 at 8:04 AM

    Beautiful poem by an angel...I have no other words Rimly.

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  46. ruchi kalraMay 9, 2011 at 8:05 PM

    Loved it rimly!..I remember all those books in which i saved all my pressed flowers- hoping to hold on to the moment!..would be hard to store them now in Ipad's/Iphones and kindles!

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  47. RimlyMay 9, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    Thank you my Outlier. You dont have to say anything, I understand, thats why we a re soul sister.

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  48. RimlyMay 9, 2011 at 11:39 PM

    Ruchi so true the days of pressed flowers are over though memories always live on. Thank you my friend

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  49. RimlyMay 9, 2011 at 11:39 PM

    Ruchi so true the days of pressed flowers are over though memories always live on. Thank you my friend

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