This is great! It is funny, what you remember when you're doing absolutely nothing.
And this is a great reminiscence! I'm glad you shared!
Though it is short, there's no want of imagery- it's all in the final stanza!
Great job!
Your choice of the two things remembered was exquisite, Bob. A cloud representing a period of sadness, of coolness, but insubstantial and fleeting, and a flower, representing a moment of a joy which embraces all the senses...Well, okay, flowers aren't really that loud, but I'm bein' poetic here! All the more poignant in that you saw them in another's, presumably a lover's eyes: a reflection of the good and bad times she brought you, or a reflection of your own soul...Or is there any difference, actually?
And in the final analysis, isn't memory what makes us human? The ability to remember the bad times and unhappy things, and thus seek to avoid or repair them, and the ability to remember the happy times, and thus seek to replicate them? What "better to do" could there possibly be?
the choice of font was not my favorite, but the poser of your words certainly made me not notice! This is a brief meditation, expertly edited and conveyed with a sly wit and nonchalance. Well done.
I once spent 10 months living on top of a 11,000' mountain, with no phone, and little human conversation. It is funny how different of a menaing all aspects of life and memories became for me during that time. I spent much of it deciding what demons were worth struggling with, and the rest of it actually doing the work of struggling with it. It was amazing, though, how many small things I remembered during that time. For instance, the ability to sit and savor the memory of a perfect ice cream cone. For hours.
I often wonder how many people's memories I am carrying. I learned recently it is more than one.
my name's bob. small 'b'. a hold-over from my e.e. cummings stage of writing. i just never went back to reclaim the capital B. or the capital letters to begin paragraphs and sentences. no significance.. more..