Hidden memories of the past buried in cerebral mush A ribbon, string or thread when pulled they appear in a gush In smoke they rise as a mist in eyes, then disappear in a rush Past frozen thoughts untangled knots dissolve into slush
Playpen bars under dimming stars mountainside pines a town of mines father's late night lap afternoon nap a broken teddy bear kneeling family prayer
Buried under this all a meadow larks call I hear my mother's voice grasshopper fields cardboard shields for each I rejoice
Shutter-click images firing off the synapses like a shaky eight millimeter film. Nice flow of conscience carrying it along like a stream of thought. Excellent write.
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
Thank you Fabian your words of encouragement are more valuable than I can tell.
A beautiful write... starting with how it flashes back... along meadows...and with Mother's voice...
our relationship with others is mostly what we are made of...
It's like a revive song..
Hey... first you must publish your work/writing in the profile... then follow as such..
Go to my groups.
Click RAVIN'S INK
Then you are navigated to the group.
It shows "Members "
Scroll down
You see "New writing "
At bottom click "more"
It will navigate to RAVIN'S INK-writings
Under that you have "Add writing "..
under that click "Select a work"
It displays all your works (writings) titles in list down format. There Choose which poem or your chosen work to post.
Then click submit.
After 2to3mins your poem gets submit and will be in RAVIN'S INK group under new writing tab..
(If you want to delete your poem from the group then follow the same step and select your writing from new writing tab.. it will navigate to add writings and next tab is my writings, from where you can delete the submitted writing by clicking cross button red colored at the right top corner of your writing. )
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
I thank you sincerly from the bottom of my heart. I have asked to no avail as to how to post to this.. read moreI thank you sincerly from the bottom of my heart. I have asked to no avail as to how to post to this and got no answer this is most helpful. Will try to submit another tomorrow
3 Weeks Ago
Yeah.. welcome.. 😃🙏 I seen late only...
Keep writing and posting....
The group.. read moreYeah.. welcome.. 😃🙏 I seen late only...
Keep writing and posting....
The group and sharing our writings- keeps our creativity in flow...
I love the way you dug up these precious memories of your family...glances of love.... come rushing out to pen and paper....where you lived, your father's late afternoon nap...I love the line:" Past frozen thoughts untangles knots dissolve into slush"...but remembered quite well...and lastly your mother's voice...a meadowlark call.... Nice write!
Warmly, B
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
Thank you so much Betty your remarks are so welcome and valued
It is so true that as we age it takes very little, perhaps our mood or a reminder to bring memories pouring forth which have been buried within our minds which now resemble mashed potatoes and they disappear as quickly as they came. Thoughts previously unacknowledged demand to be untangled and then, they disappear like melted snow. I love how, though the poet's memories are many, underneath them all the melodic sound of his beloved Mother reaches him and once more he hears her beautiful voice. That is the most treasured memory of all, dear Soren. A very evocative write which is filled with sentimentality about the past as the wonderful memories parade before one's eyes like soldiers. I feel a little longing for parts of the past within the poem. If only we could pick and choose!!! Flawlessly crafted and wrapped in finesse. Thank you for sharing, dear Soren...
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
Thank you Marie for the read and most gracious and comprehensive review. Your kind remarks are cheri.. read moreThank you Marie for the read and most gracious and comprehensive review. Your kind remarks are cherished.
3 Weeks Ago
Most welcome always, dear Soren. Love your poem, dear friend...
Brings to mind how many of our memories are bits and snippets interweaving depending on either or both our mood and the trigger/s that bring about the ‘vision/s.
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
Thanks Red for the read and comment it is deeply valued my friend