Old Forgotten Memories

A sunrise surprise

On my way to work this morning I chased a flaming sunrise.  The

sharp turns of Hwy 5 intertwined between  shaded

ravines, and an eastern horizon flushed with color.

 Two slivers of vermillion electric, and dense

flowed suspended up there in the

 red sea of dawn.

Finally, my own roadway veered south,

and I lost my bird’s eye view as I closed the gap to town.

Somewhere along the way an old forgotten memory

stabbed me in the back.  My pleasant morning vanished as I

fought back hot tears and chocked down an old pain.

Memories are a powerful thing.

They fuel us, shape us, and at times deflate us.

My only advice is hang-on to them all

 the good ones add color to life

and

those tough times remind us to

cherish what we have.

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love how you combine vivid nature imagery with the vivid memories that can smack us upside the head at times. I got strong immersion into feelings at the beginning, then the stark breakaway from pleasant thoughts as spiked memories break in (you made us feel this as it happened). I'm not crazy about being so literal as to say "my only advice is . . ." -- I believe your poem already shows this & the reader could deduce it. But I've also done this exact kind of preachy ending to my latest poem (valentine), so I better shut up now! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

you know, I was so into progression of the sunrise. It was a pure and happy moment, and I truly felt blindsided as the memory of my father's death rushed upon me. I was a child when that happened, and I think of it often, but this was so much more than that. more like a 3-d rendering.
:)thank you, Margie and Good Morning

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Cherrie.
"My only advice is hang-on to them all
the good ones add color to life
and
those tough times remind us to
cherish what we have."
The above lines, I have been trying to do. We must go forward with a smile and some hope. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

Good Morning my good friend,
ya know the mind is a curious thing. The rabbit trails our memories loop upon until one of them breaks out for some sunshine and fresh air.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good afternoon from Michigan. The snow is falling. I need a warm Spring day.

[Cherrie Palmer]

We gad snow on Thursday but it's sunshine and Robins today its still cold but it loiks like Spring