How do we infuse items with emotions? How do a plastic toy, a tin box, a cracked mirror, a cassette tape flood us with feelings, even before the instigating event pops out of memory? No wonder we leave our boxes packed, boxes whose contents will puzzle anyone else who may open them in future.
Written by mairmusic
November 28, 2015 at 12:43 pm
Posted in November
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I decided to continue on after a year, because this document had become a treasured reflective spot in my life. There are some changes in "Year 2," expanding options for my weekly poem beyond sonnet to add some other forms-- rondeau or triolet, villanelle. I added the decima in late January 2010, and the pantoum in August. Definitions of each form appear below. I continue to post a photo daily, but may post several pictures taken on one day over the course of a week if I have an interesting series. I may even post an old photo if I'm writing about something I'm thinking back to. I'll continue to have fun with this project; I hope you will too. For Year 3 I tried including other people in the self-portraits that accompany my poems, adding "Musical Sundays" to post mp3s of my music, but these petered out in a few months. This is simply a place for my daily thoughts & photos, and weekly poems in the forms I love. Onward...!
They are memory’s catalyst…stored away and meaningless to most who see them…except us.
slpmartin
November 28, 2015 at 6:03 pm
Amazed by the flood of emotions cleaning can bring.
mairmusic
January 11, 2016 at 3:04 pm