Drops of Memory

they are drops from memory
these new tears
we are souls in a story
that can never be erased.

 

the infinite times that
you'll see me searching
in my room of emptiness
something priceless, elusive...your absense
which belongs to me.

 

we are indivisable
we are equal and fragile
we are close, yet so distant

with an ice-frozen mind
I'm running towards you.

we share the same fate
which cuts us deeply

we await for just a sign
a destiny, an eternity
and tell me, how can I do
to reach out
to reach you...

 

we are drops of a past
which can never return
times filled with deception
beyond our grasp,

to say to you
invent for you
that which we do not have.

 

the promises are shattered
like the rainfall above us
the words are strained......

I know you will listen to me
awaiting for another voyage
a future, a truth

so tell me...how can I do
to reach out
to reach you.

Nico S.

Reviews

[TamerQtaish]

I was taken by the title and I went into the poem like a shadow looking within!
Memories! What are they? How do we define them? And why we hold them?
A bit out of the topic, but thats what I ask my self when I look into the past of my memories, my joys and my pain!
In meaning you did an amazing work from taking the words and turning them into images and feelings, and for that i solute you...

I hope you keep writing those wonderful words you write...
All the best,
Tamer Qtaish

[alternative_be]

I like the image of the raindrops. Each relationship we commit to in our lives, leaves behind its traces. Some things will fade over the years which enables us to move on in live. Some things will never fade, because I do believe that we learn/safekeep things from every relationship past, present or future.
Raindrops are things that are tangible and reminders, but not to be kept... Slipping through our fingers, but not slipping our minds!
That what is poetry is for ... to capture our feelings in words to prevent them from fading!

[Bear]

this touched my soul... reminded me of grand times, with old loves, good friends.... thankfully I'm smiling recalling friends and family... some of those we love can be "reached" some we loved once we'll never touch base with again, unless they can "sense our thoughts" but, cannot or choose not to respond.

I'm still smiling. What a fine write!!
Thanks for sharing!!
Sallie Bear

[TRISHA]

Drops of Memory..........were those words of yours, mine, my ex, your ex, those that my children may someday feel...sigh. I love the poets, like you, and others, who capture emotions so vividly in all shades of color and then print them in black and white. You enrage me for bringing back those feelings, you encourage me to face them as any one of life's other challenges and then you drain me of all the emotion I have in my heart. Why do you do this, how do you do this and why do I keep allowing you to? Self fullfillment can only be obtained by accepting the TRUTH. And that truth, you spun it, weaved it, designed it and artfully displayed it as only a master of the word could/would. I am new to this site but not new to the finer things in life...and this is compositon at it's finest. The last 16 lines..................have perhaps disappeared because I have read them so many times.
we are drops of a past
which can never return
times filled with deception
beyond our grasp
another sigh..man, that hurts to finally realize all that loving someone costs so much more than we can sometimes pay. Trisha

[PureSyn]

There are some memories that sustains, some that haunts us, some we long to recapture and those that leave us filled with regrets. I feel your ache in this piece.
Awesome write!

Nicole

[Lorraine Pearson]

Memories are the "past come to life." Our minds so many times float back into them as if these moments were still happening...like we can actually live in them, and affect them somehow. This write is a painful reminder that memories are just that...memories, and they are not now...nor are they future. Cool concept.
~Lorraiyne