Years of Reminiscence

A poem about memories.

Years of Reminiscence

 

 

My lucid memories shoot through my mind like a freight train at full speed.

 

Drinking red wine in Sicily, talking about writers in a London pub

Scratching my arm, watching the sun sink in New Mexico,

Hanging around backpackers in a hostel, sleeping, walking,

Watching foreign films, reading, eating creamy risotto,

Standing at a bus stop, looking at my watch,

Kissing exotic women, looking at people,

Road trips, boat trips, cold beer, brandy,

Talking about politics, watching T.V.

Stroking a skinny street cat in India,

Looking out of a plane window,

Washing my hair, eating duck,

Amazing nights, drinking tea,

The smell of garlic frying and

Waiting for life to

Begin.

 

My lucid memories shoot through my mind like a freight train at full speed.

 

  ©LukeRitta

Reviews

[Wakeofahero]

Enjoyed this alot, It makes you think how fast life goes by, how quickly you cannot count the seconds and before you know it, it is over... People complain about how they want their life to start, when in reality it has already begun... well done, well done.

[Jb]

I love how the poem wrapped around. All of the events fit perfectly amonst eachother and were so percise. You have a very unique style and a true talent.

[Scandalous]

Loved hearing all your memories of life's travels. Great read!!

~ Scandalous

[Daytonight]

Thank you for sharing this poem with me. I like the form you used. Keep up the great work.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

talk about igniting the wanderlust in me ... Im bursting into flames
amazing work Luke

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

I like the shape, the descriptions, the words you chose... It all combines to form a very delightful poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was station in Europe for three years. I travel every weekend. Like your good memories. I appreciate everyone of my memories. Those people and places we saw and discovered are the photos of the mind we will never forget. I like the ending statement. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Seshat Nidaba]

Nomads make the best poets I think, I'd prefer to think of you like an English Rimbaud, not those guys you mentioned.

All in all, pretty innovative.

[Everson Taveras]

Firstly, love the format-- the reverse pyramid. Secondly, I like how you tie together all these scattered memories, as if they are linked somehow to one another and if one goes, the other will come tumbling along. Great write. Thank you for sharing.