Emile Pinet's Free Verse Contest November 2, 2024
I laud precious memories when cold nights prevail. Those that fan love's flames against Winter winds for in those images my lonely heart beats again, if only an interlude where grief holds no reign. But mourns my heart when they are bittersweet. Each one a dagger plunged too deep. They cannot be banished or cast aside, for with each attack my wounds bleed again. I cannot escape the sorrowful tears that trickle when those memories come unbidden. There's no antidote to stave off the infection of the melancholy sadness my mind recalls. But there are melodious moments, joyfully sweet dulcet thoughts when gentler memories flow. They brush across my heart like paint on canvas, as treasured works of art being recalled. When a smile, sans apparent reason, reaches my eyes making them shine as if emerging from an eclipse, a cherished memory is being recollected. These are the priceless souvenirs I relive.
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