Memory

Memory is sweet in small pools
Where we float contented.
It wets our skin in sunny waters
As we delight in a reflection
Refracted by mind’s eye
Over the distance of years.
But Memory is not always so kind.
Sometimes it comes in waves, pounding
Us into the sand.
The past, present and future comes in one fell swoop,
So heavy the world feels like it is falling
Out of orbit.
Then mercy floats in on memory’s wake
Stilling us with a low tide.
That inevitably comes with time.
Memory loses its death grip on our hearts
And we are back on the peaceful shores
Of forgetting.

Comments

[J.V. FLOWERS]

I QUITE LIKE,. NOT ONLY MEMORY, BUT "NOT BEING ABLE TO FORGET" ANYONE OR ANYTHING. IF FACT, IT WOULD MAKE ME QUITE UNHAPPY,.. IF NOT UNCOMFORTABLE... TO IMAGINE MYSELF FOR VERY LONG BEING ABLE TO CONTENTEDLY DO SO