The Life We Used To Live

Your mind attached

right now..

to things we used

to know

wrapped around the cortex

refuse to slip away...

 

The life we used to live

a distant thought before

has reemerged with vigor

dusting brains

for colored prints and more...

 

My mind connects

to thoughts

of memories’ inner space.

The reason for it all,

I used to wonder why..

it vanished with the days...

 

We held within our minds

the age of reason’s way.

Reminders of what used to be.

The life we used to live,

is all I know today.

 

 

Author's Note

May 29, 2009
(coincidentally....this is the anniversary of my father’s death...1960...49 years ago)

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Allen, this is a beautiful touching poem. I loved it. The words flow so delicately like wings from heaven. Excellent.

[Tate Morgan]

Ah so beautiful the memories of a son for his father are an integral part of the character a man becomes

[.......]

I am so sorry about your dad. I lost my dad when I was ten years old I still miss him. This is a wonderful write for him. it's beautiful....

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Sometimes those memories are all we have to hold onto. A beautiful piece Allen

[Ruth]

This is absolutely remarkable love! Such an ebb and flow of consciousness within this piece, amazing work! xx

[emmajoy]

Yours words subtly remind the reader how memories are, how they jog us into remembering what's so easy to forget. You write with great feeling. Memories are our roots, they're what we become, good and bad, we just have to learn to keep precious hold of the beautiful and good ones, and, store away the others so we can learn from them. Wishing smiles and peace in your dreams.

[Sukriti Suki]

This is good...good or bad memories slip away and all we have in our hand is today...good one.

[?]

Beautiful, and thank God for the memories.
Somehow times like these even the bad memories turn to good.
Lovely write, enjoyed the read

[Brad]

memories fall hard, whether bad or good...hopefully we all grasp onto those good ones with both hands and fight to keep them

[Cherrie Palmer]

beautiful