As the day fades, the evening falls
But what does it explain, after all?
Fools can reason it, wise never try
You don’t care to know, neither care I
I got sun through the trees at my home
A soft breeze in the leaves, till it’s gone
Got some words to speak out, while I’m here
Now that's all I can do, darling dear.
The smell of fresh Japanese linden tea
Brings recollection that seems imprinted
Two seagulls fly over the granite sea
The beach is empty cause it’s midwinter
A taste of the past revives the scent
Returns and stays for a while so near
A young man, that looks at the wet sand
What was the reason that brought you here?
The sun sank in rippling waves
The day ends as if washed away
The harbour is full of sails
What is this town’s name?
Its old streets I see quite clearly
I’m sure I’ve been here before
I know it seems a bit silly
But what did I travel here for
I can’t recall, if you ask me
But if you don’t, I might
Remember the beach and the sea
The lighthouse lamp in the night
From this I could tell you something
What I think you already know
As you knew that I’m good for nothing
But neither of us let it show.
Cat was very nice to mice:
If asked for cheese, replied,
how big a slice?~ My honor to
please! --
Was also fond of backyard
birds: Wonderful! Marvelous!~
his admiring words.
Now dog, was a bit more ornery...
he barked a lot, even at the laundry --
protector of all, in that way true~
a tinted greyhound, who answered to
Blue --
Though some may doubt, lower critters
can actually speak! Perhaps, likewise suspicious
of my Chattering Creek….
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There once was a Chattering Creek,
Mostly happy but sometimes bleak;
for the rains would come, and stir
such a clutter, causing the waters to
ripple and stutter; the edges would leak --
voice, more a holler! A vociferous flow~
Splattering! Splattering! Splattering!
Till a breathless slow – dearer klatsch-like
chattering~~chattering~~chattering~~
Rolling with the R's contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
04.08.25
I tore
up the letter;
the last one you sent me.
The memories it conjured up
were just to painful for me to recall.
Memories of happier days
destroyed in just one page.
Heart ripped in two,
I tore
Woeful,
my painful past,
that leaves me woebegone
for my loved ones now gone above.
Full of melancholy and grief-stricken
and lost in sad recollections.
I have been crushed forlorn
in thoughts and left,
woeful.
it happened on the 7th of July
a perfectly normal day
that now sticks up
like a rusty nail
a forever ache
if it had been on a regular day
it would have faded away
like many others
nothing special
to make it memorable
but, of course
I recall each minute
of that evening
the months and years go by
time does fly
but that date will never
leave my mind
the evening that broke my heart
Summer lover's moon shyly enclosed in
silvered clouds,
a honeyed recollection,
white caps of memory waves,
cresting, curling dreamily,
a tide under eve's star canopy,
coupled in enchantment,
entwined on the beach. ~
It’s strange to have a memory
That no one else can share.
I asked my brother but he was
Too young, though he was there.
My bedroom lamp, with two glass globes
Was missing one and so
I placed my doll’s straw hat right where
That globe was meant to go.
Of course, it rested on the bulb
And soon began to smell
As smoke began to fill the air
And I began to yell.
My mother ran into the room
And fixed things as I cringed.
I never saw that lamp again;
The hat was slightly singed.
I wonder, were my mom alive,
If hearing this would spark
A recollection of that day
Which left, on me, a mark.
Thoughts track back, as a fox on the run
Though the memory is seared, a toasted bun.
Memory remember me, because I have forgotten.
Recollection fail us not, because my retention is rotten.
Data exists in the web that the universe is built on.
And once uploaded, it is forever ingrained, will never be gone.
The door is locked, the file lost, it’s taking too long to load.
I’ll get it unblocked, whatever cost, I need it to continue my road.
Memories play, day after day, and drop in whenever they want.
But when I need one now, then my lost thoughts have skills they like to flaunt.
I know they’ll find me, when i try for sleep, in the witching hour.
It’s the best time we know to be reminded of the brain and it’s power.
Nothing is ever lost, not to us, just a little hidden.
Memory forget me not, but just in case, I will have my thoughts and words written.
This is my Recollection
A salutation to mules, donkeys and horses.
They have disappeared from city life
but without them, no city could be built.
Without the beasts no them, no field to plough
we owe then our way of life.
The beasts were sacrificed in our senseless wars.
We remember them not that saddens me.
There is a hole in the ground, a dot beside an oak
where the mare of many foals stood.
I miss the sturdy beauty of donkeys and mules.
The aroma of their work is gone, and we are poorer
of the vision, we shall not see again
Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world
solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.
Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Gregory R Braden
February 27th. 2021
Nevernore
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/nevermore_469415
P icture
O f
O ur
H appiness
S omewhere
T ime
I s
C oloured
K inda
S epia
breeze
uttered
a warm breath,
scooped up fluttered
leaves, stuttered disruption sounds, round, and round.
existence quintessence sputtered, muttered
Shakespeare words of
endearment
comfort
waft.
9/27/2020
Remembrance
by Michael R. Burch
Remembrance like a river rises;
the rain of recollection falls;
vague memories, like vines, entangled,
cling to Time's collapsing walls.
The past is like a distant mist,
the future like a far-off haze,
the present half-distinct an hour
before it blurs with unseen days.
Published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: remember, remembrance day, memory, memories, recollection, time, age, rain, river, mist, haze, blurs, past, present, future
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