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

[xjust-for-me.x]

memiors leave footprints in our minds and heart..they are always there for us...enjpyed the write very much.

[E.H. Monroe]

Standing on the stormy banks of memories,
surface becomes slippery.
We fall in the depth of sadness"

You ain't kidding lady. I say the bad memories, but even standing IN the realm of memories is a bad f*****g idea. ALl they do is remind you of age, lost laughs and good times that are etched in the sands.

Great read

[SilentLullabies]

I love it

[Mauricio Montoya]

nice work. thank for sharing.

[Valentine]

I like it very much,,it sounds like me when I think of my beloved sister who is in Heaven and how I feel missing her so much..Valentine

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem hits home with me for yesterday I had a dream my grandpa was in the house I am living in with my mom and dad at the house visiting. My grandpa passed away three years ago. It is the first time I have dreamed about him for a very long time so this poem talking about memories coming and going popping up when you least it expect is easy for me to relate to.

[Dream Weaver]

Like paint to a canvas your imagery becomes a work of
art. Wonderful piece here...

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is an incredible journey into the nether realms of the mind.
I enjoyed it.

[Marie Harrison]

Beautiful! I love it! The only thing, perhaps you could write the last stanza in the author's note. The stanza above it seemed to be the perfect ending to me. Just a thought.

[steph]

This has a great symbolism in it, I relate well to it, and it really speaks to me... Excellent piece.