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

[John Anderson]

Beautifully expressed and masterfully penned. A fine poem that I enjoyed very much.

[Blake Fodor]

Your voice once again, heard and hailed!

[Mary Bosworth]

A wonderful, enriching write with a clear message. Very uniquely conveyed and shows brilliance.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Anne. A powerful poem. Took the reader to deep thoughts and bad memory. I did like the positive ending. Home away from the confusion is always a good place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Ominous, sent a chill through my spine, not what I was expecting after I read the first few lines., a disturbing scene plays out on my head but your butterfly avatar confuses me. Sounds like a mad plumber gone off the track but perhaps I've not had enough coffee this morning yet. One to ponder.

[Patrick]

This is wonderfully penned and spoke right to my heart

[K Scott Smith]

This is a write that elevates the spirit! Your flowing thoughts on the page are done so beautifully!

[Lauriegirl]

This resonated so beautifully down deep inside my heart. What a beautiful write