On the verge of tears
I try to put my thoughts in order.
The buckets of thoughts too messy
to put in the box of oblivion.
The cobwebs of my mind
gathering dust, befuddling.
The bales of past experiences
tumbling down memory lane.
Too many photos of you and me
walking into the sunset hand-in-hand.
Our perfumes as evanescent
as the dreams of our youth.
Aww thank you. I am so glad you liked it. Hugs to you from Greece
Beautifully sad, gazing into the memory Of times past. Nicely worded! KW
Thank you so much! I am so excited you like my work. I regard it as an honour coming from you as I have read your poetry and it is truly sublime!
a word graphic, almost a visual, deeply felt. nice poem with a fluid tone wistfulness writ large with a smattering of nostalgia, well expressed emotions. these lines do not well up just like that, there is vivid memory behind it liked
Thank you kindly for your appreciative words. Indeed, I have many vivid memories buzzing my head. Have a beautiful weekend! Greetings from Greece!
A nostalgic piece about your childhood. Everyone has such tear-rousing memories but you have captured your case with such tremendous poetic detail and vividness.
Thank you Hanny! Your poetry is also pretty sublime and I must thank you for sharing such beautiful poetry! Have a beautiful day!
I love the image of the bucket of thoughts too messy. I've recently had the very un-fun experience of baling out water from a flooded room. Buckets of memories from an ending love affair fits well with that reference. They just keep coming. But the reality of the two people are evanescent...like dreams of youth. Yes, well done. Thanks Sofia.
I am humbled by your comment my friend! Thank you so very much!