SHROUD

The evening fog is a quiet tomb

softening a half-remembered tree

and the gray shadow of that rock

where we’d sometimes rest,

as I am resting now

inside this ashen shroud

listening for a lonely blues guitar

to sing a song of you.

Reviews

[Gee]

Thing with memories is that they are usually much better than the actual time event, well I think so.
A couple of times in my youth I revisited relationships that had floundered, mainly due to my drinking and flirting, thinking only of the good times we'd had together and never the rows. Of course these crashed spectacularly as past events constantly thrown in my poor little mush shattering all of my rose tinted memories.
Guess I got what was coming:))
Hope you are well Vol, great piece

[Vol]

Gee,
All of my memories are just romanticized versions of reality...
Vol

[Gee]

I think many of us are guilty of looking back through rose tinted specs

[Betty Hermelee]

Fog is still , and one's eyes feel blurry but in a way it is beautiful and calm... and sets one in a certain mood...so a little guitar music may bring back some pleasant memories of one's lover of romantic times...moments of past sentimental times....lovely write
Warmly, B

[JD Major]

Ah, yes, if only our lives were like movies, complete with instrumental accompaniment.
...mine would be Ghost Riders in the Sky :)
JD

[Papaya]

The fog makes for a solemn scene, the hint of blues guitar amplifies the feeling.
This is nice piece. I feel like I've lived it

[Vol]

Ana,
I imagine all of us have sat on that rock in the fog at one time or another. There is something important about those times of quiet emotional turmoil, and they are not entirely unpleasant. No matter what made the mood, reflecting on it seems just as important as the event itself.

[Papaya]

Totally agree. I think we grow a bit in those moments.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem for a memory. I have wandered to special places. Chasing old faces and memories. I liked the honest thoughts and honest ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Vol]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[willweb]

Yeah man, that was really nice. I could see, feel and hear this little gem of a poem. Wow, wish I had written this. Nice one my friend.

[Vol]

WW,
Thank you! High praise indeed!

[Poetic Beauty]

Sitting in a favorite spot that you once shared with someone who mattered greatly to you, is a magical thing. It can create reflection and memories that make you laugh or even sigh.

It can be a place of reflection and once of peace but it can also bring a little sadness and sorrow as well.

You have a way of painting these perfect scene of nature with your words and it allows me to picture it within my mind clearly on how my brain receives it.

[Vol]

PB!
Thank you... it's the name of the game! And yes, Those soft, brief moments when the past touches the present and everything stops...
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

I try to enjoy the present moment sometimes

[Vol]

Sometimes the "moment" is the most intense life has to offer!

[Poetic Beauty]

I would have to agree and sometimes we are too distracted to take notice

[John the Baptist]

Powerful emotions here. This one is calling for Willie Nelson.

[Vol]

John.
"Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain."
Vol

[Davidgeo]

The art of making memory can be made better in the second half from lessons learned from the first. Time goes quicker over the hIll but the spectrum of color we paint our memory with gets deeper... hopefully, until eventually... no more color is necessary.

[Vol]

Davidgeo,
I've always wondered how an artist knows the last stroke of the brush has been stroked and the painting is done? Maybe when there is nothing left to see... I tend to romanticize the past, so it is always better than the reality... I'm always going back with a fresh palette.
Vol

[Davidgeo]

When we romanticize the past we are intellectually masturbating.

[Vol]

Oh... come... on.

[Davidgeo]

I'm about to do it right now with some Sublime, I just got replacement vinyl for 40 Ounces to Freedom. Brings back the '90's for me. "5446 that's my number" and the Scarlet Begonia's cover... it gives me a nostalgia erection.

[Vol]

Sounds like a hard memory to deal with...

[Davidgeo]

Memories are only hard when you remember them improperly. A state of dysfunctional recollection is no good, for anyone... it'll drive you crazy. Not being a little crazy.