Caught In A Memory Poem by Michael Maul
Caught In A Memory
As I walked to work I picked up a rose that begged to be sniffed. Delicious in it's innocence I was overwhelmed with a sense of security. My childhood came rushing back in an instant. Back to a time before I knew of betrayal, lies and deceit. Nature is nurturing to the innocent. At it's worst a thorn can not spread a rumour. Water is sustenance. My email serves as a contradiction to my existence. Paperless billing is a demon disguised as a child who fills a room with laughter. As an adult I see the rose for what it truly was, is and will be. A rose is a reminder of a life I don't deserve nor want, but need.
I liked the title, and certain other parts of this poem. I'd like to inspect the poet's thinking to search for the sources of the poem. A most curious part is the last two words. ;) bri 3 stars
'it's' begs to be corrected to 'its'. ;) I like 'At it's worst a thorn can not spread a rumour.' So you say, BUT....have you met South Carolina 'thorns'? ? ? Yikes! 'welcome to PH'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 2:57:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Michael, I came back, forgetting at first that I'd been here (where IS my memory?) and left comments. This time I ALSO READ YOUR 'biography' on PH. I think it partially answered my earlier comment about 'sources of the poem'. ;)