You Inhale Last Night’s Memories

Dawn breaks
You inhale
Last night’s
Memories…

The sink, a broken window,
The feel of cold marble

The sound, constant
Clank, clank, clank

Echoes heard from afar
You listen, you remember
Rust
Seeping from taps,

The wrench
He left behind

Sits beside a bottle
Of Labatt's Blue
You blink away
Images, flashes
The taste of death,
Flesh burning

Your vision clears,
You are alone,
Safe in your home
You knew what to do…

Reviews

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

very very nice poem it's smooth and silkie

[Baby Ricochet]

Reads lie the hangover from hell before the cops show up. Good one

[anne]

Wow...your writing is unique and so pure throughout.....marvelous one... :))

[Tai Ryens]

What a marvelous poem with a mysterious atmosphere piecing together various snippets of your speaker's memory in a way that entices the reader into attempting to discover what the memory is. What I perceive is the calm after the storm has passed where everything seems to be moving in slow motion due to the remnants of the anticipation that still linger from when the storm had taken place, and the initial fondness (for lack of a better word) your speaker shows towards the slowness of the world seems to indicate that she is used to it. Well done indeed.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

You write like a dream coming true onto a page! Thank you for sharing such a wonderful delight!

[Mary C]

This is so beautifully penned

[Leslie Philibert]

Fine atmospheric write,well put together, will check Labatt`s Blue ( some kind of booze ?)good one..

[Wandering Minstrel]

This is a gorgeous piece. Great job

[Tricia Pattinson]

How wonderful it is to know what to do. I love the sense of moving forward at the end. The defined images one glides through to achieve the sense of forward motion.

[Matching Socks]

This was cold and eerie but it had a good, positive ending.
Bad memories, they're hard to relive.