Rev My Throttle

Sonnet, memories, growing older

As last rose of summer opens wider

Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand

The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider

Jar that was used up cleaned_ now it will stand

 

Jar of Cider was enjoyed long ago

Remember that day on our honeymoon

You were so young with raven hair my beau

We found that roadside stand that afternoon

 

Bought that jug of cider that was so cold

Refreshing after long ride round mountain

So eager for life that we would build_hold

Hold each other_ life; wanting to obtain

 

I clip that rose_place in memory  bottle

One memory revs my motor throttle

 

Author's Note

I have a rose that is blooming..It has been hurt by frost..It continues to open ...As in our life, we can continue to open even in winter even if we have been touched by frost..

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Beautiful thoughts, beautiful poem. Memories can be so powerful. Without memories who would we be? How would we describe ourselves and how would we remember the best moments of our life. This is wonderful.

[InkSlinger]

Beautiful work, true to it's form.. Can't wait to get into a few more of your works..

[Closedown]

Excellent sonnet. Very much enjoyed. Renfieldians unite!

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a beautiful longing here.. looking back at joys past... the hints the refresh and revive the soul today.. Honestly and tenderly spoken.

[Brett Campaigne]

you trace an exquisite mnemonic circle with an even and organic stroke

[The Analog Kid]

What a beautiful metaphor using the rose as "life touched by pain." It's a fall feel also with the cider, but it's deeper like getting older and the seasons roll by, yet still the rose in the bottle brings pleasant memories. I enjoyed this one Sara:)