With eyes tight shut
I turn on my memory.
Open the boxes
I'd closed in my mind.
Trace with my fingers
The lines of your face.
Search through reflections
And try hard to find
The feelings I had
When I first saw you standing.
Arms strong, in the meadow
With dirt at your feet.
But time lumbers on
Anasthetic, and heartless
Erasing your features
The bitter, the sweet
Are all gone, and I feel such a stifling peace
As I open my eyes and give up, find release.
9 comments:
Nostalgic thoughts Carina, we often end up reminiscing the wonderful and some more painful memories of the past...:)
LOved this poem of yours dear!
:)
A great deal of poetic regret
Beautifully done. Memory and how it works is a fascinating subject for the poet.
When you get around to it, your poems are lovely.
This is quite beautiful - the phrase stifling peace got me. Interesting combination. Those kind of surprises always get me.
Wonderful pace to this one.
stifling peace - is an unusual combination but it seems to work in this piece!
recall can be tragic in it's face..thou i like how you close killer lines...
time can be a friend, or a foe, as you've written here.
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