A dream well aged

~a dream well aged~

It was so long ago, 

it has gotten old now, 

that I dreamt,

of red-brick homes 

in the country, 

of pale, featureless skies,

engulfing overgrown gardens, 

of hawkweeds pressed against my palm,  

of hot breezes that crept to the front stairs

with me,

of copper kettles that hissed

in our mahogany kitchen,

of you fussing about the correct temperature

for baking cakes, the likes of which,

I am unable to find

in the stale city roads. 

It was so long ago,

I often forget to remember.

Author's Note

Review and comment, please. Let me know what you think of it. This is a very old poem that I had left to rot, and only picked up with a look of contempt yesterday. I decided I could still see a poem in the scrawled scrambles. The poem reminds me of summer, and has already achieved a little place in my heart.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It was not so long ago memory cannot take us there...where hollyhocks grow tall and fields stretch green and fair...beneath cornflower skies wearing cotton candy pink...when the day is done and the sun begins to sink...behind the the rustic homes and barns all painted brick dust red... not long before the moon and stars tuck children into bed...where evening warmth will wear a honeysuckle scent... mixed with musty hay and heat the summer day has lent...the berry pies and coffee; the soft homemade ice cream...quilts and country rocking chairs may mingle in our dream...It was not so long ago but see...the fire still holds some embers...burning in that long ago if we will but remember. (Love your poem) (smile)

[Moonie]

Your review is prettier than my poem, dear friend!!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Thank you...if I am particularly inspired by reading something I may reply in verse since that's what poets tend to do with inspiration. But it was your work that offered the inspiration and that is what every poet should strive to offer. Blessings of peace and love.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Nostalgic sweetness, filled with imagery a mind can cling to.

Regards,
Al

[Moonie]

Heyyyy Al!!! Thank you so much for the review! ❤
Hugs!

[An owl on the moon]

There is a tender, awakening warm vision in these memories of memories, dear poet. And I am grateful you could plant the seed again in the sweet soil of your soul's summer. May it always bring you warmth, especially on those bitter cold days.

[jemaral]

Nostalgic memories seems to be the concept of the piece. I love how I was able to relate to the poem without actually being able to relate to the specific memories that was used to create the piece. Reading your work made me remember my family's ancestral home back in the province where i spent my early years. Though the picture of my province is a bit different from the details your piece does take me back...

[Fernando Dardón]

WOW, so many things came back to my mind when I read this poem.
I realized those things were so great.
You see, my mother comes from a small town on a department (here we call geographic regions of the country "department") and I remember when I was a kid. My grandma doesn't has copper kettles, but they are very antique. Instead she has crock pots :D
I remember hominy, which she used to make tortillas. Or the firewood burning inside the oven and the smell of the smoke.
It's been quite long since I was there, and now I'm grown up I can't stay there as much as I did when I was a kid.
This poem aroused in me a feeling of longing!!!
And Fabian G. Franklin it inspires to make more poetry:

It was so long,
I saw my kyte fly so high in the sky
when the wind blew so strong.
And the sun, painted the canvas of the sky
with dreamlike red colors.
When I tasted those milk candy bars at the market,
or drank my grandma's chocolate,
covered with a blanket of love,
on those cold November afternoons.

It was so long ago,
I often forget to be a kid.

LOVED IT :D

[Moonie]

Oh my gawd!! That is so sweet! :)) I love your poem... I would have included this one in my library if I could. I am glad you loved my poem. :))

[Fernando Dardón]

I'm gonna post it then (giving you credits of course :D)

[Moonie]

And I will finally be able to see it in my library!!! Yay! :D

[Bluefire]

I would you look at such an amazing thing in contempt?
This is very well done! I love the imagery, it reminds me much of when I lived in Tennessee and when I went to visit my mom's friend, Susan in the country as a child...
Thanks for sharing. ^^

[Daydreamer]

So beautiful!! Like, really....
Love all the images you paint up
and all the lovely words you coat your emotions in♥
was this a letter to a lover who now left?
Very talented :)

[C. Rose]

Great title.
Such lovely details. I want to go there.
A well aged memory, yet so important it retains its details.

Well done :)

[Jo]

A melancholy poem, very evocative. Lovely.

[Matching Socks]

It does read so much like a dream of nostalgic memories.
Even though we forget to remember, something always draws us back. :)

[Moonie]

That is exactly what I wanted to convey. Thanks for the review, dear Anče. =))

[Matching Socks]

My pleasure. :)