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

[Poeticadia]

"Let the good memories unfold" what excellent advice! Memories are indeed "nestled in the cleft of our hearts". I love the way it explores all the different types of memories and presents the effects they have on us with strong images. Thank you for sharing this.

[Bridget Mcmaken]

wow this is very well written and very beautiful. This poem is just amazing. The flow of it is great!

[OT]

very nice!! love the idea of the brain being a crystal ball - great imagery in this as well makes it all feel very real and relatable to me!!! nice!!

[An owl on the moon]

You bring about such a depth of emotion... the pain and pleasure.. the good and the bad that fills our experience and moves through us each day.. looking back.. remembering... and you let us know we can cling to those recollections that stir the joy and hope to move on. Beautiful.

[Ron]

Fantastic mature theme of Memories. Crisp poem that rattles along, works well with the elder reader. Like me, I have a trillion such memories and know exactly what the writer is saying.

[Calypso]

Wonderful metaphor. There are times when I think threw the day and wonder hoe things could have been different.

[Norma M Sutton]

I like the comparison and the imagery.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

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

Beautiful.

[Art Sun]

what would we do without them...nice work on this poem...

[Jenny Nelson]

Wow, this is beautiful. Honest, open, heartfelt, and so uplifting. I truly love those last two lines. They mean a lot to a lot of folks I'm sure. Your ending fit the piece perfectly, and the piece led up to the ending perfectly.