“I find myself becoming increasingly nostalgic for the past, but after all I suppose that is the only thing one can be nostalgic about.”
― James Rozoff
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I am nothing, if not a product of my sentimentality. I love my art, my writing, my poetry, my family, and friends. I surround myself with constant reminders and memories of the people and things that I love. I display gifts and keepsakes from friends and family all over my house.
That last few days, when I open my Facebook page, the first thing I see is that page of memories, so nicely provided. There to greet me is the beautiful face of my angel mother, now smiling from heaven. What a great way to start my day.
Another memory came up of a sunset and a short poem I wrote about the photo. When I saw that sky, all I could think of was that it looked like a red velvet ribbon, and therefore required a poem for such a lofty poetic thought. Not quite a sonnet, but close.
Here are a few more recent sunsets. Perhaps they are in need of some lofty thoughts and poetry. Feel free to give it a try.
This one cries out… “wispy tangerine sky.”
Happy Sentimental Saturday, my friends. ❤️