Memories

Mar 22, 2011. 7:15pm

A rainy day, a smell, a sound, a speck on a window. Things that bring a memory back or that bring sadness. Imagine, you sit in a rocking chair, staring out a dusk speckled window, watching as a cloudy days clouds break and, rain. It rains and you hear the droplets as they hit a tin roof. You watch as cars pass, there lights bright orange in the gloomy gray that is. Water splashes as the fire place that is to the wall behind you crackles. You turn to see the fire. The room is dark except for the orange light from the fire. Everything is peacefull. These moments, though great or sad as they seem, get forgotten. The memory or feelings remain and can be brought back. But, they lay hidden, awaiting to be remembered.

Reviews

[Relic]

The diction could be a little better here but I like the way you've described a peaceful scene that seems tangible to the eye. Rainy days are always serene and give us time to pause in life. Good poem.

[MikeV]

I agree. Thank you :)

[Relic]

You're welcome.