Idealized Memories
A place that will never be dark,
Or cold,
Because time will not allow it.
Time has allowed only the sunshine to reveal itself,
Now and again,
When my mind strays fleetingly its way.
A garden that lay victim to my chubby brown fingers,
Strawberries, tomatoes, parsley,
And a smell,
A smell that I catch faintly,
Many many miles away,
Bringing me instantly back there,
A smell like a bright yellow ray of sun,
Colored clumsily in crayon,
On crinkled white paper,
Held by a magnet on a refrigerator.
Sounds like echoes now,
Only faint whispers of birds or laughter,
Or the inaudible dance of the trees roots,
Beneath the Sierra Nevada.
The feel of the ocean,
Though its breath is far off,
But its presence undeniable in everything.
A place idealized by time and innocence,
A place I never wish to visit again,
For fear of the reality I might find.
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I really enjoyed this poem because you finished strong. The last three lines of your poem really stuck out to me, and, for me, those three lines made your poem what it is. i've always thought that a poem can be good if it ends well, even if the beggining and end arent as good. i think most people read poetry just for that little pop of clarification/moral or intellectual resolution at the end of poems. However; the great poets, and great poetry, pays the same attention to the beggining and middle as the end. because were so used to waiting for the pop at the end we sometimes miss the good stuff in the middle, which is why it is advantageous to re read, especcially with great poetry.
ReplyDeletesorry i kinda rambled on, but my point is your poem is good, but it could be great. if that makes sence.