Memories fade
by Elouise
Memories fade
stored in leaky shed
pierced with rusting spikes
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How many have already died away,
leaving the most resilient and powerful behind?
Who am I without my memories?
And will my fading body be their demise as well?
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 21 April 2017
Photo taken in Charlotte, Texas; found at wickimedia.org
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Spike
Telling the Truth 
Cooooool, Elouise. That’s quite a mesmerizing photo. 🙂
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Isn’t it though! Grabs the eyes and won’t let go….:)
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Great photo and good imagery 😃🐻
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Glad you enjoyed it! 😊
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Sometimes I wish I did not have the storehouse that I have for a memory. A huge room, full of filing cabinets marked ‘Useless Information’.
At times it’s a strain having such a memory bank as mine.
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😊 I think you and my husband suffer from a similar malady. Sometimes I think he has a giant encyclopedia in his head! And then there are those memories we wish we could forget….
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Well I’m glad I’m not alone! 🙂
I don’t know as I ever have wanted to forget any memory, even those that are unpleasant, they’re all part and parcel of me.
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very cool image E, and your words suit the pic beautifully in a sad way. Yes, memories, can be good and bad, wish we could pick and choose that which we store in the rusting shed ❤
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Yes–with a leak-proof archive for our favorites! 🙂
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