Memories
Oh memories.
Why must you haunt me;
Echoing in the hallow chambers
Of my heart?
Be free.
Be free,
Leaving room
For me to
Welcome
New loves.
Apr24
Tag Archives: memories
May7
Stories
As she was talking of herself,
Telling stories of the past,
She realized fully how
All these memories overflowing with emotions that at the time were so big and real,
Are moments long gone.
They are just words now.
Paint on a canvas to create a picture
For the listener of her
Life.
Apr17
In between
And all of the sudden you came to mind
And my throat swelled
And my heart beat stronger.
I wanted to weep,
As if today was the day
We last spoke.
I sat with you in the forefront of my my mind for a while
And held you there, so grateful for the memories.
In time i tucked you back behind my ribcage
And left you with my soul
Where we reside in between time.
I once again turn up the music and dance.
Mar16
Visit
The past has come to visit
Weighing heavy on my chest.
Memories;
I find myself immobile
Wanting to remember and hold on to
Them so tight.
Trying to forget.
I find myself teary eyed
And heart heavy.
Closing my eyes and tasting
The tears on my lips
I try to go back to sleep.
The memories will keep,
Surely
They will keep.
Jan4
Retrace
When I was ready; when I had had enough,
I began to dig deep and face some memories I had tried not to keep. Some parts of me had been in hiding or dressed in disguise;
Pretending to be invisible.
It took longer than I thought it might.
I had to hold myself accountable for my own part and went back to the start.
I did not realize how far away from myself I was
Until I started retracing the steps back to myself.
Healing.
Nov22
Click
This dusty radio sits by the window.
Sunlight through blind slits highlights
Particles;
A slow dance of sorts.
It does not work now though,
Soundless.
I hear the memories of music and slow conversations,
Laughter and tears.
Residual smoke scent and I cough.
I try to turn it on again,
Click, click, hope.
I put a plant on top of it now.
New life supported by
Ghosts.
She does look beautiful.
Still silent.
Sep15
Pictures
I turn the page slowly,
My fingers lingering,
My thoughts turning.
Touching the faces of
Loves passed on now, closing my eyes as
My heart summons memories.
I realize I am holding my breath; silence.
Waiting
To hear them say my name just once more.
So much time held in one picture book,
So much love.
May2
Momentary
Childhood days.
There was a tiny little apartment building next to our trailer park.
Sometimes on a summers evening a man would stand by his open window and play the bagpipes.
A private concert for us.
Whoever heard first would shout to the rest of us.
We all would clamor and climb the fence to sit on top of it,
To watch and listen.
It was eerily quiet when he stopped and closed his window. At least until we climbed down off the fence
To resume playing whatever it was we were playing in our imaginary world.
The momentary suspension of time
Lifted.
Never spoke to him
But enjoyed the music.
Still remember the mystery and fascination with the melodies.
Feb20
Raspberries
I stepped outside
And it hit me like a wave;
The smell of fresh dirt;
The forest floor and raspberries.
Fresh raspberries.
Right there on the cement
Surrounded by cars and buildings.
Heartfelt memories tugging.
Tugging.
A scent that cannot be duplicated by man.
I knew instantly in my heart it was my father,
Gone 20 years now.
I was taken back to childhood
Days and picking delicious raspberries in the woods;
Eating more than ended up in the bowl.
I composed myself and
Walked to my car.
Sitting in the front seat;
Missing him.
I turned the key to start the
Engine
And there was his song playing.
The one my siblings and I requested on the Radio station the day of his funeral.
I am glad he reminds me he is near.
Sep13
The Most
There are people i remember,
Then those
I have forgotten
Until i see their
Face.
And memories return
But not the same memories
They recall;
And i think
Isn’t that odd
What means the most?
Some are ghosts
And some still wander here with feet upon
This earth.
I am left pondering
As they walk away;
Until
Thunder startles
Me.
And i remember
There are things I have left undone.
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