Treasure Island

Carolyn Ford Witt

(1943 / Indiana USA)

THOSE ELUSIVE MEMORIES


- THOSE ELUSIVE MEMORIES -

As I go out walking
Through the darkness of my house,
Never waking anyone-
As quiet as a mouse.

These memories walk swiftly
Through the shadows of my mind
And words are dancing pleasantly
They are so hard to find.

The rantings of a poet
The writer in me balks,
As those special little memories
Go out for their short walks.

They are so elusive
As I grab at them in vain
All the little memories
From inside my mind -do drain.

I've hunted and I've hunted,
Where did those memories go?
Where in this mind, have I not looked?
I really do not know.

But as I'm hunting everywhere,
I feel a little churn,
As a few of those fond memories
Into my mind return.

They're dancing and they're prancing
I've got to write them down
Or they'll just prance- out of my mind
Before I turn around.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 11-18-05

Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (THOSE ELUSIVE MEMORIES by Carolyn Ford Witt )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The one who is blessed by the God is su.., Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
  2. Angel, Asit Kumar Sanyal
  3. Malaria, hasmukh amathalal
  4. The life we have lived, Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini
  5. At our will, hasmukh amathalal
  6. See the fishes, hasmukh amathalal
  7. Two Become One, Loide V Augustinus
  8. Your Sweetness, Loide V Augustinus
  9. Why do you mock at my love, Nalini Chaturvedi
  10. Drifting Away, Loide V Augustinus

Poem of the Day

poet Lewis Carroll

Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:
Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.

Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Joanne Kyger

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]