Memories of Her

It is a love poem that I wrote years after the actual time that inspired it. I'm not sure if it just for one person, various, or none, or maybe I'm just saying that so know one will ever know.

A sky blue flower tinged with purple blooms before me,

and through this glass I see oceans of peace.

I was lost in her eyes one evening of transparent hours,

years ago, when I took her to dance the first time.

I ask myself, to explain how so many years have passed,

how so much has changed, learned and still sought,

through fields and foreign cities at night,

but never mentioning her.

Holding back less tears I am freer to remember her now.

When I least expect it, sometimes I can recall the music she had,

like the echo of her slow footfalls down the stairs, where I waited,

it was a melody that always played clearer when she was near me,

I tried to play it like a piano, to bring her closer with each key,

each note unfolding as a new oil painting with many colors,

along with necklaces, bracelets, and songs I sang for her,

just some of the gifts I carefully searched for her.

And I remember her sipping tea, eyes smiling and gazing in trances,

while from her hands fell threads that I retrieved, glimmering glimpses,

and then we laughed, and we drank strong drinks filled with music,

with so many people we knew, in places, city lights twinkling,

and we danced until the late hours in clubs downtown.

Other nights we comforted each other with embraces in our sleep,

and that was the greatest peace, like a caravan that transported us,

on a safe course as it wove through many dream countries.

All these are moments I set in glass cases, and treasure chests,

within which I hope to look upon again one day,

for happiness is like prayers on the wind,

keys that unlock our wishes

Then there would come the nostalgic good byes at dawn

The taxi to the airport, the clean smells and sounds,

I let her help carry my things, and then we waited,

talking about the next time I’d return, tears, kisses,

promises, and promises, but once up in the clouds,

alone on the plane I always feared, I knew,

that she could not always be mine.

Author's Note

I'm trying to write books, but writing poetry can be so relaxing, beautiful, and freeing compared to that. I'd love to know what anyone thinks

Reviews

[Marie Salerno]

Since you took the time to read my poem, I thought I'd do the same:) Lovely poem. The sadness was palpable throughout - building to the last line .. " I always feared, I knew, that she couldn't always be mine." Such an honest acknowledgement of love's undetermined tenure. My absolute favorite part of this poem is the comparison to music. You skillfully manipulated the words ... "I can recall the music she had ..." - beautiful. A nice write. Thanks for sharing. I look forward to reading others. - Marie

[fadingtale]

I love the description within the poem! Thank you for submitting this for the all about love contest!

[Kuandio]

Thank u my friend. The poem is a true story

[Bacchus]

to bring her closer with every key is a great line.
and setting up these thoughts in a case reminds me of the Glass Menagerie... so delicate and fragile.
I might want to take some images out so other are stronger and there aren't as many.
love the first line- but not crazy about the second.
things like that.
some really great things here- but if you work on it - it could be even stronger

[Kuandio]

Thank you for reading. I haven't looked at this in some time, so now that you mention it, I can see what you mean about the second line. Maybe removing the dolphins would be a good idea

[cinel]

I love this poem, its so lovely and beautiful to read.

[Natalie]

This was incredibly descriptive in the best sense, and I could definitely relate to the feeling of longing, the pain of remembering, and knowing of what once was could never be again. This was really amazing, and I really enjoyed it!

[Kuandio]

Even more thanks, for reading two poems!

[Natalie]

No problem! You're welcome :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Very poetic and romantic love poem. Sweet memories of an angel you describe...the use of images is so good, it reads fluently, almost as a story and still it's a different language. You are so talented. Glad you shared this.

[Kuandio]

Thanks again. I'm glad you see a story element in the style. I can't really help but write that way. Your two reviews helped make my day a little better. I will get back to you soon by reading your writing

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thanks, this means a lot to me. Have a good day.

[ll. wheeler]

wow. i cried. so relatable. i feel so nostalgic too now after reading thia, so much emotion and feeling in this poem. great job!

[Kuandio]

Thanks. It is a huge compliment when someone cries. (If you want to cry more, you can read my story Sakura Dream!). These are memories about someone I loved more than I've loved anyone else, but things haven't worked out for me in that area of life

[flyfly5]

I love the last paragraph. The simplicity of the emotion and imagery is beautiful and striking. I feel like you could bring more of these elements to the first few paragraphs to make this piece even stronger. Well done!

[Miles W.]

Life follows so many different paths. Only our hearts know the path we walk. Beautiful poem.

[Sami Khalil]

"talking about the next time I’d return, tears, kisses,

promises, and promises, but once up in the clouds,

alone on the plane I always feared, I knew,

that she couldn’t always be mine."

A sweet sadness in this wonderful write...:)