Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Memory Lane

I took a trip down your memory lane
searched for myself 
but I was nowhere to be found
It seemed like you erased me
left me hidden beyond the shadows
rewrote your feelings
silenced our meaning

Everything looked the same
your mothers house
the swing 
the tree where I carved our names
the rose that I picked from the garden
it somehow was held in anothers hand

He was taller
more handsome
hair blowing in the breeze
I felt lost as I fell to my knees
how could you forget me with such ease

You more beautiful than I remember
A gorgeous angel born in September
Black hair and Raven eyes
seeing you made my spirit rise

I listened as you whispered his name
how could it be, mine was the same
was this all some silly game

Within your memory was an enhanced me
the two of us there kissing under that tree

On memory lane I'm who you wanted me to be





Trying something new, I reduced each stanza by one line.

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Lucilla Carrillo May 20, 2014 at 5:40 PM This is very beautiful Richard. It was always you. Sometimes it is nice to take those trips, but make sure you come back. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla Richard Lamoureux May 20, 2014 at 6:39 PM Thanks Lucilla. ;0)

Sara Kendrick May 19, 2014 at 3:02 PM If only and all would be right..Enjoyed reading the emotive memory lane that you penned..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Richard Lamoureux May 20, 2014 at 10:40 AM Thanks Sarah

Kelly Deschler May 19, 2014 at 1:24 PM We shouldn't live in the past, but it is nice to revisit, once in awhile. Even though, memory lane can be a sad place.... A very nice write from you, Richard! This would have been a good entry in my last contest, "Just Down The Road". Richard Lamoureux May 20, 2014 at 10:42 AM Many have taken up permanent residency in their yesterdays. Thanks for the visit and comment.

Mel Merrill May 19, 2014 at 1:49 AM Hi Richard. I noticed that. Very clever, my friend. Just dropping by to say hello :)...mel Richard Lamoureux May 19, 2014 at 8:03 AM Hi Mel, I'm glad you dropped by.

Andrea Dietrich May 18, 2014 at 3:53 PM by the way, I have an interesting form that uses decreasing lines AND decreasing words at the same time. I want to feature it in one of upcoming contests. I have a few ideas brewing at the moment!!

Andrea Dietrich May 18, 2014 at 3:52 PM wowowow, this is the one my poem inspired in you?? I am wowed as you can see. This is picture perfect,Richard. A fave on thee!!! Richard Lamoureux May 19, 2014 at 8:00 AM Thanks Andrea, I am always amazed how a word or a comment can blossom into a poem. You never know when inspiration will strike.

Monterey Sirak May 18, 2014 at 7:35 AM Everyone remembers differently and moments that loom large in our minds are often only a blip in someone else's. I love the way you traveled down another lane in this poem. Richard Lamoureux May 18, 2014 at 8:51 AM Thanks Monterey. Hugs Rick.

Shadow Hamilton May 18, 2014 at 5:07 AM love this Rick memories are very selective things we just remember what we want and push the rest aside lol hugs Richard Lamoureux May 18, 2014 at 8:52 AM At times that helps us survive. Thanks for the visit.

Debbie Guzzi May 17, 2014 at 7:51 PM It's fun to experiment glad to see you enjoying yourself. Light & Love

Carrie Richards May 17, 2014 at 10:11 AM You have taken me to the past, as if I were watching it all unfold with you. So melancholy, yet so beautifully sad. I love this side of your poetry! (my kind of poem) Well done, Richard! Richard Lamoureux May 17, 2014 at 12:30 PM Thanks Carrie, Andrea had written a poem and talked about memory lane, a few days later I started to think what it might be like to travel down someone else's memory lane. That was the birth of this little story.

Keith O.J. Hunt May 17, 2014 at 8:50 AM Unique, poignant write Richard! Richard Lamoureux May 17, 2014 at 8:54 AM Thanks Keith.

Connie Marcum Wong May 17, 2014 at 1:58 AM Richard, I noticed that about halfway through your poem sounded more like rhyme. I was wondering if you wrote part of this and then picked it up again later? It doesn't really matter. The way you reduced each stanza by one line WORKS! I enjoyed your poem and applaud your creativity! Excellent! a 7 Richard Lamoureux May 17, 2014 at 7:17 AM No I wrote it at one sitting. If you read some of my other free form poems you will see that I often switch into rhyme part way through. I'm not sure why, it is just some thing that I do. Thanks for the comment, curiosity and the Seven.

Leon Enriquez May 16, 2014 at 11:57 PM Dear Richard: Now that's memory lane for us. Lovely tale. Nice read my friend. Leon Richard Lamoureux May 17, 2014 at 7:17 AM Thanks Leon.

Ilene Bauer May 16, 2014 at 7:29 PM wow! i wouldn't have realized what you did with the format had you not pointed it out and it's quite brilliant! i enjoyed the poem very much even without knowing that... Richard Lamoureux May 17, 2014 at 7:21 AM What a great comment, you are kind. Thanks for your thoughtful visit ilene.

Jan Allison May 16, 2014 at 5:04 PM Loved the poem loved the format Richard. Hugs Jan xx Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2014 at 6:12 PM Thanks Jan

Faye Gibson May 16, 2014 at 4:44 PM Hello, Richard. Like your new form; like the content very much. Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2014 at 6:12 PM Thanks, just having fun playing with words.

Eileen Manassian May 16, 2014 at 4:21 PM What is the name of your new form? Lovely! Memory lane can be a pain. Now is reality. .... make your own pretty lane. She's the looser! Handsome is as handsome does. ..... In this case.... you sure are handsome! Good night from Bensheim, Germany! Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2014 at 6:17 PM Eileen, so nice to get a visit from Germany. Two days to your Birthday! I hope you have a great time celebrating. I read your Dolphin poem, I will comment when I have a bit more time. In this poem her memory of me was idealized it was only at the end that I figured it out. So much better than being forgotten.