MEMORY FROM IMAGINATION

WHEN, WHY AND HOW DO WE LEARN....AND AT TIMES, WHY DO WE NOT?

MEMORY FROM IMAGINATION

I sense the wind is in pieces...blank sheets

Torn with color are masks behind my eyes.

Crawling sluggishly from my sleepless bag,

I stretch and smile to greet the Alpine air.

Perhaps its the lack of oxygen at altitude,

But I know I hear the lodge pole pine

Whispering my secrets to themselves

Far below the mesa plain.

I try to remember my life as it was,

But only see a book of candles...

Each page read by the light

Of its own flickering flame.

I wish I'd brought a companion to justify things

Seen and heard...a helper to reveal memory

From imagination, heaven from mountains

And all of it from dreaming.

When the chill wind asks, "Have you learned?"

I'll quickly set about packing my gear,

Whistle a happy tune and pray I'll be

Successful at finding the long way home.

~~~

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a picturesque poem that speaks to me of how we often get to the latter part of life & start wondering why we couldn't have wisened up sooner. We all learn on a different trajectory & we can't compare how we lived with how others did. Very thought-provoking & lyrical (((HUGS)))

[Miss Sharon]

What a beautiful review my dear! Thanks ever so much. ~Sharon

[shadrach hah]

Hi Sharon, I love the images you have painted within my mind. I ponder on the state of our beautiful world as I read. Your words are a song that touches the heart. Your thoughts are creatively sung in a song. "Have you learned," makes me think of the earth asking this question. The answer at this moment would be no. How strange it is that this thought would come into my head. May you ever find what you seek. Keep whistling that happy tune. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks again my friend for your beautifully perceptive review of this write! ~Sharon

[shadrach hah]

Hi Sharon, you are welcome, my friend. We have to learn quickly. I loved the content of this strong write. Have a wonderful Friday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Shelley Warner]

I like the lodge pole pines whispering your secrets to each other. I can tell that you love the mountains.

[Miss Sharon]

Indeed I DO love the mountains! We lived in Florida most of our lives but then moved to Colorado 20 years ago. It was the best move we ever made! We both love the mountains, the snow and everything about Colorado! ~Sharon

[Shelley Warner]

I have spent a year in Florida, ten years ago, near Live Oak. There was a lot of beauty, but I agree Colorado is incredibly beautiful. We lived in a suburb of Denver in the 90's and often drove up to Grand Lake to be with relatives there. I loved the Rocky Mtn. National Forest--the chipmunks that we fed at visitor stops, the birds, the trees, the red soil. And the Yucca plant was one of my favorite flowers.

[Miss Sharon]

Awwww! I can tell you love these mountains as well. Thanks for sharing. ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

Sharon, your love of nature is so strong in this poem. No need to have another human with you to validate what you feel and see. Your soul feels it all and it is real. Keep whistling that happy tune.....you will find your way. I am sure of it. Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

You always bring a smile to my face with your beautiful review of my writes! Thank you so much my sweet friend. You are a treasure to me. ~Sharon

[emmajoy]

' Perhaps its the lack of oxygen at altitude, - But I know I hear the lodge pole pine - Whispering my secrets to themselves - Far below the mesa plain.'

Such a fine, reflective yet also - enquiring poem.. especially for me the quoted stanza. Seems as if alone you can feel anything, everything. I often feel that our planet has gone AWOL; decided to keep well away from its occupants but to do what it must: express opinion by sacrificing itself because it must or because its ingredient factors are battling. .Perhaps. Whilst in isolation we weep for what's happened/is happening, yet quite a few mutter, 'Yes, It's sad, but can't do anything about it and anyway, I'll be long gone.'

Memory and dreaming of memory working - time used in ignorance feasts on what is left to its own devices, not realising that that is how it should be - natural as intended not built upon or dug up or..

You draw thoughts and feelings to the surface by writing calmly yet exerting your humanity.. rare.

[Miss Sharon]

What an awesome review! I appreciate you so much. ~Sharon

[Paul Bell]

I suppose every day is a learning day.
In saying that, it seems pretty obvious the world sure ain't learning, as climate change would show, but I've noticed mother nature is giving them a little push just to remind them who really is in charge.

[Miss Sharon]

Indeed my friend! Thank you for your kind and perceptive review. ~Sharon

[Betty Hermelee]

I think we can learn many things from our imagination and our memories. I liked your imaginative words and the structure of the entire poem...dreams to me are the most imaginative, if we can remember them...and the many things we experience in life are important in our learning. I love your first line "I sense the world is in pieces" Nice writing
Best, B.

[Miss Sharon]

Ahhhhhh! Thanks so much Betty for your kind review. You are appreciated! ~SP

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Sharon!😊