Sunday, April 19, 2015

Writers Digest PAD Challenge / Faded Memories / Sunday Whirligig/Poets United Poetry Pantry



Faded Memories

my world seems askew          the flowers have fallen from the pot

hard edged moments too real                 to forget

nightmares are never sanguinary...                     just sad

i reach for your furry absence                    you are but a memory

i am pulled into your cage of sorrow          my legs unsteady

often i am a guest                        in an unhappy guesthouse

while the color behind the color is crimson       the color of my heart

my world is often blue                                no longer bright

faded into memories of                 you

April 18, 2015









15 comments:

  1. Melancholy but well written. Great creation.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Absolutely marvelous...!! :D
    Loved it!
    xoxo

    ReplyDelete
  3. "the flowers have fallen from the pot"...heartbreaking...

    ReplyDelete
  4. So sad to be in those sad memories.. to be a guest in your own home is a haunting image.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Oh I can see your furry beautiful Beau........the lines "often I am a guest in an unhappy guesthouse" really speak to me. Beautiful and moving, my friend.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. p.s. Has Ward read this poem? He must miss Beau too.

      Delete
  6. How beautifully written and poignant is this memory.

    ReplyDelete
  7. "hard edged moments too real to forget"---piercing!

    ReplyDelete
  8. So poignant, Annell. I assume you are writing about a beloved pet. I empathize with this, as anyone who has been through this would. "I am pulled into your cage of sorrow" expresses it so well....this sadness which any of us who has loved a pet cannot escape.

    ReplyDelete
  9. 'hard edged moments too real' just broke my heart....

    ReplyDelete
  10. Such loss..the fading of a much loved presence and yet 'it' is still there...always will be in and all around you..i hope..i hope xo

    ReplyDelete
  11. color blue can be sad but can be hopeful too... memories linger

    ReplyDelete
  12. That moment in the night when we forget they are gone. What a well written poem.

    ReplyDelete
  13. Grief is not a mere moment or month, but a long and perilous journey, with memories fading along the way. The image of the fallen flowers brings the transience of this life home to me...

    ReplyDelete