Remembering Childhood

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Micro Poetry ~ Binding With Briars                   (posted by Kerry)
This weekend, our frame of reference is “Binding With Briars” – from the final line of the poem, The Garden of Love, by William Blake.                 

Garden of Love

Remember childhood
without trying
to revisit and relive.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to Remembering Childhood

  1. That sounds wise, but are we always wise?


  2. Kerry says:

    Ah, yes! A succinct summation.


  3. Beautifully profound!❤️


  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Now, that sounds like wisdom!


  5. jazzbumpa says:

    Aha – a deep thought
    And difficult



  6. Yes, too often we look back and stifle moving forward.

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  7. Ted says:

    That sounds overbold, but are we always overbold?


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