Author Poet Ronald W. Hull.

Peace, Health and Creativity.

An intriguing subject that leads one to cerebrate on the implicancies of the mind.

"Fading Memory" made its way to constellation Wisdom.

One can't live without the memory's bank in full activity.

Viva the Poet!

Reverent and appreciativelly,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

FADING MEMORY....WELL, WHAT CAN ONE SAY? EVEN WITH THE PHOTO ALBUMS AND I'VE GOT THREE, AFTER LIVING FOR OVER THREE QUARTERS OF A CENTURY I'VE BEEN BLESSED THAT SOME DAYS ARE FINE TUNED, BUT SOME DAYS NOT. IT'S A QUIRK THAT COMES WITH THE BLESSING OF AGING AND I NEVER GET UPSET ABOUT IT. JUST GRATEFUL FOR THE TIME AND SPACE ALLOTTED ME, AS I AM STILL ABLE TO WRITE AND SAY WHAT MUST BE SAID, WHILE CONTINUING TO LIVE ON MY OWN, WELL AND WITH A LEVEL HEAD, APPRECIATING THE FACT THAT I AM AWARE... MY CREATOR IS EVER PRESENT. SO, FOR ME...THE GLASS IS NEVER HALF EMPTY, BUT HALF FULL. I ASKED NOT FOR A BEGINNING AND I ASK NOT FOR AN END. AS, ALL OF ME...IS TOTALLY IN THE HANDS OF MY FRIEND, SAVIOR AND LORD, JESUS. AMEN. THANKS FOR SHARING, RON. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Ron, you will never know how deeply this poem touched me. I have nothing of my former life, no possessions, not even a picture. My sons took it all out of my house when their father died. I'm not a material person but some of those sentimental things held real value for me. I'm so glad you have your treasured things to bring you good memories. love the poem, one of your best, My Friend.

Ron,


With me, each decade seems to have had its own set of memories, each one unique. However,

the memories within each set are quickly fading with the wind. Ron, I find this poem to be very

sad, but at the same time, it is one of your finest. And it says much about the way I feel. Take

care, dear friend.


David Lee Thompson

Ah, you have it all inside of you Ron, even the bitty parts that seem a blur, when the time comes, you will find the words. Until then, keep sharing, the memory has a ripple effect. One thought leads to another, I have used that method so many times in my dark hours, your poetry speaks volumes, " it is all here until there is no more" and then, we will tell it to the stars and moon. Have a blessed day :)

Good stuff

No wonder you have had such robust and responsive feedback to this poem, Ron. It is beautiful. It is tender and musical. Everyone has their favorite part, and mine is those last two lines. What a marvelous way to say this: “why I’m happy just going away.” I just love that! I feel that way too, which is one of the greatest powers of a poem. Thank you ~~ djl

Skilled eloquence in dealing with a topic that is important and timely. As we age, memory fades, for some it disappears altogether. Fine poem and one of your best.

I never kept a diary either. All I have rondo is read through my poems. Each one of them brings memories of hardship, memories of love, memories of passion, memories of news or study or just about everything that has passed by in my life and tingled inspiration. Well written!

To me this is a beautifully haunting poem. The last stanza brings reality into sharp focus. Another gem and possibly one of my favorites. Excellent.....

PS

Very well expressed my friend and one I can relate to all too well. As we age and look around us too many times it is from the pew of a church as we say goodbye to a loved one...and we wonder...is our turn next. Your poem expresses the positive side of that thought.
Fee

I found your poem quite eloquent as it reflects the thoughts and considerations most of us have as we grow older. I haven't reached as many milestones as you have, but nonetheless I find myself pondering these same thoughts because an awful lot of the women in my family pass in their 60s. I hope I don't, of course, but I can't help recognizing the trend.

Kudos to you for writing aloud in a quiet yet profound way the thoughts of so many.

Rebecca

I plan on seeing you in a million years and there are never any goodbyes, ever because your too sweet of a friend. Energy never dies, just changes form!

Ron, nice sentimental as well as real poem. Love the picture...perfect!

Shervin said it. You will hold a place in many people's lives.
L

Re: Fading Memory...

Good morning/afternoon, Ron.

Lovely poem, Ron, and so real, at least for me.

Most of my memories have either been written in story form; so much so I do not know what is a real memory and what is not...

In my mind, though, I can see my mother, father and grandfather clearer than if in a picture. Also, I see my first wife, Maxine, gone now for fourteen years... Also, my favorite dogs that made my life so much happier.

It's going slow, as I planned, but am now up to page 21 in a changed, rewritten rendition of...

As per your suggestion:

WOODSTOCK ‘69

The iconic American rock festival of the twentieth century

A Untold, ‘ Semi-Fictional’ Rendition

Ron,
We may forget things, but people we have touched their hearts and minds will not.
Much love,
Shervin