In the deep recesses of my aging mind
Are images of life long ago
Joyous images of fun and laughter
Of loving hearts all aglow
The passage of time is of no consequence
Images of youth still remain
Halcyon days of laughter and good cheer
Peace and happiness reigned
A dreamer is what I've often been called
But with my advancing years
I tend to reminisce a whole lot more
Remembering my joys and fears
My very first date, my very first kiss
A newly discovered love
Euphoric feelings my head was a-spinning
Giving my heart a shove
No matter my age sweet memories remain
Great days of unbridled youth
What would I do if I couldn't recall
This time of innocence and truth
In the deep recesses of my aging mind
Are images of life long ago
Joyous images of fun and laughter
Of loving hearts all aglow
I held it back
within the recesses of my mind
the words unspoken
the urge to set them free
I held it in
each omission with intent
every painful silence
as if a last resort
I held you
in the recesses of my heart
the very thought of you
I held with every breath
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Immersed in absolute darkness; a fuzzy warm darkness.
Suspended in aqueous space, turning, testing its confines-
in control. Muffled sounds, comforting sounds- rhythmic
pulsations, strange murmurings-cozy, safe, content.
Suddenly, forced movement, unbearable pressure- rude
jabbing lights, blinding lights, painful lights, and shapes
moving beyond the lights-sinister shapes- veiled in green
and white.
Now upside down, reaching out, touching nothing.
No control- snatched from tranquility- now fear and pain.
Wet is no longer fuzzy warm, but cold, so very cold.
Harshness greets arrival- a cacophony of new sounds,
not comforting, but loud and shrill- coming from within.
a crescendo of emotions- resentment, anger, rage.
Will these ever pass, or forever be remembered in the
recesses of the mind-
to someday erupt in violence against those of like kind-
the sinister shapes beyond the lights; the perpetrators?
The ghost in the castle’s recesses
So frightened the lads and their lasses
With his shrieks and his moans
And with horrible groans;
“I’m just trying to find my damn glasses!”
Out of the deep recesses
Of human hearts
Comes a longing cry
For recognition
From where and from when
Did they come?
Out of the bowels of the earth
Gold is found and dug
And the silver vein discovered
Out of the depths of the sea
Formed in the womb of the oyster
The most precious Pearls are birthed
Out of the darkest sky in light years of space
Brilliant stars are birthed
Inside mountains of gaseous clouds
Out of midnight oil is the search
For wisdom and knowledge
The rarest of gems
Is birthed in the Heart that holds God
A most precious Pearl
Born from giving all that are
© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012
For Russell Silveys contest
"Midnight Pearl"
In the deep recesses of my mind
There is no easy answer I can find
That answers the question why
On that day you had to die
I'm left alone to suffer in grief
From which I receive no relief
Together we were meant to be
Left alone now, it is only me
Every day as I begin to awake
Hoping your death was a mistake
Sorrow has taken it's toll
Invading my hollow soul
Our love will be forever entwined
In the deep recesses of my mind