Yesterday's passing drifted shadow
Added to our eclectic collected hoards
A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances
Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors
Of to the limbic labyrinth
The older the memory
The darker the recesses
The further back filed and stored
Within the canyon of the catacombs
Where piled high-skeletonised cognitions and permutations
Reside resulting in a sea of feelings and emotions
Getting deeper as time the thief moves on
Some memories are unwelcomed and dislike to visit
Too painful to view
Are confined to the back of our minds
Reside behind locked doors marked 'No Entry''
Bolted padlocked and locked
By a lost entry key
Some doors are open wide
Not only in our minds
But also within the album of our hearts
That makes our hearts smile upon reflection
Release warm cosy spreading soothing waves
Of a deep consoling of flooding emotion
Spreading through our souls and very beings.
Categories:
vaults, destiny, memory,
Form: Free verse
The atmosphere’s changing again and again
With each moment comes a different season
What I know now is unlike what I knew then
And all of them line up with reasons
Why Easter sets Out to grow and renew
And how summer is a picnic basket
Revolutions that vow to unfold to you
Are soon put away deep in a casket
The sky is painted grey tonight
Where the fruitful darkness shined
Cotton balls in the sky weaving fright
All I can do is wait for autumn to be mined
One minute of warmth was all I got
And winter began one cold morning
Evoking its peace in stillness it was caught
Hoping and lingering for a jubilant rewarming
Categories:
vaults, 10th grade, desire, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
whate'er the sun
hunts up the sky
is meant, as lace
to grace the eye
in dazzled dreams
that dance a-sea
and weep that fills
the rills and leas
for what light paints
in day's dear death
can gift one’s gaze
yet steal the breath
as eve’s dark bloom
thus burgeons, ours -
sweet butt’ry moons
… and silvered stars.
( for the “No 1256 New Poem Only” Poetry Contest, Brian strand, Judge/Sponsor )
Categories:
vaults, analogy, appreciation, beauty, sky,
Form: Rhyme
REMEMBERING ??
9/8/20. (Witten for Michele Embry Madison
In memory of our dearestfriend Charlie Cooper)
There are tears
Sitting at the outside
Corners of our eyes, grown cool now.
They do not fall.
They do not dry.
There are tears with histories
Living on in hearts,
Aside thoughts
Making poems, trying
To use ink to quell pain.
There are tears
In hidden vaults, lost in minds.
They do not escape, do not leave,
Nor evaporate.
The verses of tears
Are lines like our lines, forever,
Waiting to be written,
Word by word
From the beginning, but
The tears, still, do not dry.
*****. *****. *****. *****
By Sally Young Eslinger(C) 2020
Thanks be to God
et Charlie aussi
Categories:
vaults, grief, history, meaningful, sad
Form: Free verse