Remembrance Poem by Smoky Hoss

Remembrance



Mystic-memories
Of the mind,
So often take forms
Incredibly hard to find
- even harder to hold -
For those days of old
Move about, like favored scents on the breeze,
And are as inexplicable
As fall colors developing on the trees-
They freely come and go
As vague as fog upon the sea,
So often they haunt as well as thrill
The deepest parts of me-
At times they'll blow wild
As winter wind on the praire,
Other times as smooth and gentle
As the sweetest angelic fairy-
Good or bad
Hard or soft,
I pray God
To never let my loving memories
Be misplaced, or forever lost.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Craig Anderson 04 October 2011

Excellent and so say us all to those sentiments Smoky. They are only the things we truly own! Regards. Craig

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Hans Vr 03 October 2011

Words of wisdom woven into melodic verses. Very good poetry, Smoky. It made me think of the quote of RW Emmerson in his essay, spiritual laws.: 'When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty. Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory. The river-bank, the weed at the water-side, the old house, the foolish person, — however neglected in the passing, — have a grace in the past. Even the corpse that has lain in the chambers has added a solemn ornament to the house. The soul will not know either deformity or pain. If, in the hours of clear reason, we should speak the severest truth, we should say, that we had never made a sacrifice. In these hours the mind seems so great, that nothing can be taken from us that seems much. All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt. Neither vexations nor calamities abate our trust. No man ever stated his griefs as lightly as he might.'

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Vipins Puthooran 02 October 2011

Memories are treasure of past! Nice poem

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Eric Cockrell 01 October 2011

they are the eternal within you! good poem!

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Dave Walker 26 September 2011

Good memorys stay forever. Just like a good poem And thats what this is, good write. May u invite you to read my new poem called, Streets of salvation.

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