shaken jar of sand, new memories made
I sit at the feet of giants
As I write this
Humbled in the presence
Of cedars and sequoias
Magnificent pillars propping up
An impossibly blue heaven
Tourists trickle between their toes
Like ants from all over the world
On this Easter Sunday
While the ever-devout mosses
Face their northern Mecca
In perpetual silent prayer
A man strolls by
Carrying chunks of red bark
And I can’t help but smile
Because the only souvenirs
I’ll be bringing back with me
Are photos to scrapbook
And the memories of
This viridescent breeze
Its ocean-whisper through
The towering treetops
The glitter of sunlit snow
A velvet-antlered mule deer
Blossoming dogwood
And this poem.
She is sunrise and forgiveness,
she embraces the waiting hours
with the promised kiss of springtime
that resides within her smile.
She came in on a sunbeam
surrounded by a song
to restore my soul and give me hope
with the magic in her fingers
and the radiance of her heart.
She resides in sweet fulfillment
of the dream I dared not dream.
Now she shines on my tomorrows,
born of all our yesterdays,
the years I spent in wonder
just looking at her face.
So, I’ll spend a sweet forever
singing of her grace
from noon until November
in words no one can erase.
She’ll shine into the starlight
and rest in promised peace,
freed from all pain and sorrow
in endless, strong release.
Then, I’ll know I’ve found the answer
to my longing and my love,
and I’ll make my long goodbyes
to the glory of her memory
and her legend in the skies.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
there is a never after
where words are lost
and colours fade
but perhaps we won't let go ~
in dreams and voices
there will be one more story from me
you'll be attentive
one last time
yet the tips of my fingers
slip from grasp
and all I ever wish for stills
I watch the earth spin
confused as to who is letting go
in this here and now
~ balance from the moon ~
a momentary turn
no one falls away
all lay softly
sound asleep
heartbeats become the dream
pictures ink into night skies
one thousand and one times
existing as permanently
as a memory feels
when last times
were just yesterday
Walked down the corridor of my
school and realised
The walls still bare your scent,
the benches still hold your
memory, your voice is the loudest
one in the echoes of the halls
The doors have shrunk to my
height and it just hit me now,
how little we were when we
found joy in admiring each other
secretly
summer souvenir—mom’s helping hands with my lemonade stands
Dried roses fate
I flatten fit
Laminate it.
Drive through Jollibee
Enjoyment gift for love ones
Awaiting you home.
Rendezvous to barren hill tops in the still of eve, no tones to ricochet only owls and nightingales, the city lights amidst the sky like gemstones strung through dark robed cloaks glistening, our clasped hands like furled roses at twilight. And I, I remember driving, as the sun shone through your wind bound hair just like rays scatter through citrus trees in the spring. You left a kiss within my lips as lanterns in still waters are the farewell wishes for the dearly parted, and you like clouds part and then appear but at times, at times that kiss glows within my smile.
The heart withholds eternities forever.
Distances can be recovered over and again.
But you only pass once.
the days pass
but their taste remain
to remind me
of you
Remember yesterday
Remember the old days
Remember what we used to say
Remember the plays
Oh! We shall never forget
Because we are not set yet
Remember the luscious trips
Remember the hot lips
Remember the posh hotels
Remember the teeny motels
Oh! We shall not go into details
Oh! Remember the tattletales
Remember, remembrance
Of the good stuff and the nonsense
Remember, remember
When we were younger
Now we’re older, smarter
And wiser, we act dumb and dumber
Nobody knows why that we are like that
Thank God, we’re still normal and not fat
Like the strangers and the neighbors who are spying
And harassing us from winter to spring
Remember the good and bad times
That’s life. That’s letting the words and the rhymes
Flow like streams and rivers in autumn
The yellow leaves swim and slide per ton
Remember everything without discriminating
As we ponder, wonder, sigh, dream, and sing
And swing apart somewhere
Remember, remember.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
For an immense
lived love,
there is no distance
to erase the
souvenir...
That sleeps in
every smell,
in every color,
in every random song...
Souvenir
is the memory of
unforgettable
longing... !
Suggested song LOCOS DE AMOR
sung BY JUAN EDUARDO IN spanish
https://youtu.be/F81Mhy3bBn4
Wherever you go
You'll intend to search for
The traditional souvenir
Wherever you be you'll intend to search for
The historical scenery
But for the two worlds
They will never merge
Fame and glory, sufferings and hardships
Whatever are lost will be lost forever
But invaluable memories and love of our parents are left
And which we can cling to in later lives
Souvenir
You wanted to come by,
you said only for a minute
You had something to give me,
but hell my day was hectic
I gave in but then,
that was my mistake
I told you not to touch me,
for God and Goddess sake
You said it was my fault,
because I was so pretty
But I was on my guard,
my hate for you was plenty
I was doing my job,
you touched me once again
I could not believe it,
now comes time for a plan
Do you know the word Bruja,
you narcissistic man
You’ve now been cursed,
by a beautiful woman
I love the wind when
brings me your fragrance,
and the time when
evokes me your memory...!
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