Memories In The Crystal Ball

Pondering memories

 

The brain is like a crystal ball that memories pass through.

We ponder them each day.

Loveable memories are nestled in the cleft of our hearts

for safe keeping.

Hurtful memories burn deep, searing the soul,

leaving opened wounds.

O happy memories heal our wounds that we may

be whole once again.

 

We count our memories one by one,

to see what life has done.

Memories are infinite.

Some we wish to dispose of,

others we wish to maintain forever.

Redemption from the bad memories we seek.

 

Our eyes are transfixed on the crystal ball.

We smile

We cry

We're happy

We're sad

 

Standing on the stormy banks of memories,

surface becomes slippery.

We fall in the depth of sadness.

Reaching up we try to pull free.

Grasping hold of tiny specks of happy memories,

refusing to let them escape.

 

Do not cater to bad memories any longer.

Let the good memories unfold,

blossom into a beautiful picture to nature into

hope and happiness.

For life is memories,

and memories are life.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Hope you like, please tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Lily]

"For life is memories,
and memories are life."
Beautiful poem...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank You!!

[Loner]

U are a remarkable writer indeed ...... an awesome yet every heart voice poem.

[Morning Star]

We all have walked and held on to the hand of sadness
at one time or another
but Memories wow yes there very important to me
Without my memories I am no one
Outstanding write!!

[JLEE5879]

I love this. Beautifully written.

[Nothing Personal]

yah. There's simply nothing to dislike about this poem..A good analogy and a positive poem. Your analogy is interesting because I personally believe that you can see what you want to see in a crystal ball. Hence, we can choose what memories to remember and which ones to forget..If we make good choices, there;s no worrying dear..Great theme. Liked it...

[Kimberly]

I like this one. It's good.

[Geralyn Miller]

I love the use of the crystal ball as a conduit for memories. I think the world would be better served if people did not spend so much time wallowing in regret. Coulda woulda, shoulda only serves to keep one from getting on with living. Regrets and replaying bad memories only serve themselves.

[Stacey Watts]

This is such a wonderful take on the crystal ball. Our memories are at times the only thing we have left of any situation. This was a very poignant piece. I enjoyed it.

[Karli]

I love this a lot. Memories are really important to me, and this completely says everything that I feel about them. Great work:)