MEMORIES
i am not sure where memories reside but i do know they can appear at any time
they can appear and reappear unexpected without summon
they seem to hang around waiting for you to let down your guard they are vigilant
never miss an opportunity lay traps stay up all night
and just when you think you have folded them carefully put them away
they reappear again an old song a rosy sunset
the feel of the cold mountain air on your face rain on the street a sea gull’s call
they seem to be hiding everywhere i open the back door half hoping you will be standing there
the phone rings your face flashes before me old memories
not fit for proper company but still a part of me how have i become a memory, too
when i am still here i awake each morning surprised
i slip my hand between the covers you are no longer here just a memory
September 6, 2017
11 comments:
How strong and beautiful, these memories ready to pounce. I love that moment when memory slides into reality: " i open the back door half hoping you will be standing there" How surprising in the morning when "you are no longer here."
A lovely write! How fortunate we are to have those random memories. Sadly, I watched my mother lose all her memories until she lived in a bewildering world of strangers. Losing one's self captured in memories is heart-rending.
So beautiful, Annell.........waking each morning surprised is very apt.
So beautiful You captured memories so well and how sad that some are only memories but is is also a bond created between the past and the present.
Somehow I think we were thinking along the same lines. Your words are more eloquent than mine, but.... Those memories do reappear again,don't they? For better or for worse - sad as well as happy - we can be thankful for them - or not!
Such a tender lament - I could feel the ache of thought and loss
I loved this. It made me think about the power of memories and how they hold our hearts captive sometimes.
I like how you attach playfulness, mischief and pleasant beauties to memory, almost personified and end the poem it becoming a person, a loved one who is no longer here.
Words aren't enough to describe just how beautiful and touching this poem is, Annell.
No-one could have said it better.... we are are indeed intertwined into everything out there, linked...
we have decided
the answers can’t be found
we look to the stars
they twinkle back
Memories will be rekindled back even if one thinks they are lost. Maybe for some while but not totally!
Hank
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