For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #179
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live, give, heart, gold, expression, searching,
old, ocean, mind, keep, miner, crossed
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry # 219
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Un-Heard of Riches
In my old age am aware of living,
of giving away an ocean of expression.
Have criss-crossed both heart and mind
searching for gold buried in deepest ocean
of memories.
And like a miner, prospector of long ago,
have withheld a few of those precious nuggets.
Keeping them for self. Believing them to be
most prized and personal of possessions.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/21/14
Notes: This one was difficult. As soon as I saw the list, I immediately began to hear the song in my head and it refused to be banished no matter how I tried. Almost gave up, but finally found a way around the song, almost. Image is a photo of a backyard bon-fire put through the kaleidoscope app.
Soul's Music 
Yes, memories are golden. Especially shiny when we polish them so frequently.
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I really enjoyed your take on the wordle prompt…..especially the idea of some memories being such precious gold that we keep them for ourselves. Treasures.
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Yes, similar reaction as C.C. the notion of memories kept for themselves as precious treasures is lovely
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deepest oceans of memory… lovely treasures indeed.
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I think we’re on the same wavelength here, Elizabeth. I like your poem very much.
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So many words, so few lines!
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memories are forever to cherish
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I think we need to keep some precious nuggets for ourselves…reads beautifully and is definitely melodic…as many of your wonderful poems are..
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Powerful and beautiful
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I like the picture you used. The poem I found kind of depressing on a personal level because of the ‘old age’ thing, since I’ve got one of those of my own going on, scheduled to get one year worse on my upcoming birthday….
But I like the images in the poem, they work well for me. Good job.
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Memories are precious; they are like little poems of love written in your heart.
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love this precious moment when we become aware of our riches and want to treasure them…beautiful lines…
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Elizabeth, I think that – though we give much away – we must remember to keep certain things we treasure for ourselves. Memories are golden!
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Saving a few precious nuggets for oneself is a good idea. Love your bonfire kaleidoscopic image too, Elizabeth.
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I like those secret memories we keep as nuggets for ourselves.. just hope it’s not the one that will hurt us or others.. so hard to judge..
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this poem reminds me of one who has grown wiser and reassessing some important things. i enjoy the lesson here.
stacy lynn mar
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To be able to save some nuggets for yourself – a huge! Self love – very important on the way to serve the others. Love what you did with fire picture – magical inspiring mandala. xx
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Great and thoughtful blend achieved here, Elizabeth… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Those are the best kind of gold to find.
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Memories are all we have of some wonderful people that have passed through our lives.
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Ah memories, the are golden but you have go through the bad to get to them,.
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good for you Elizabeth. I hope when I grow up I’ll have lots and lots of golden memories that will make me happy in my old age. 🙂
James, who says I’ve grown up? Old yes, but up implies limitless potential and I’m far from achieving that yet and hope that is how it will always be,
Elizabeth
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Yes, this feels very reflective. There is a journey through our lives to who/what we are now. The nuggets could be the moments of clarity?
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