Thursday, August 21, 2014

Memories--By Linda Hurdwell--England


I hear the voice of dreams
And sniff the scent of memory.
Your touch, your noise, your smell.
How cruel is life as his mask now beams
Upon my broken heart
That’s turned into a shell.

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years.  She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published.  Although now a pensioner,  she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week.  Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.


  1. A very touching poem. The shell you refer to says so much. Ralph.

  2. Life can only chase a person so far, into a forest. At some point, if the path does not alter, we are heading out... Lovely poem, Linda.

  3. Very touching, Linda. Passionate and heart-felt. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  4. Very poetic, well expressed and heartfelt. Well done. Best wishes. Pete.

  5. Memories are like wisps that touch us and then dissolve into mist - a lovely poem

  6. I so much appreciated your well written poem. The empty shell tells it all when we lose someone we love so much. Thank goodness God can fill the emptiness with peace. Thank you for sharing your talent here with us on Whispers.
    Love, Charlene

  7. Memories can be a blessings yet at the same time painful. Your poem expresses this so beautifully Lin. So nice to read your work here. Hugs and Blessings, Connie