A Pitcher of Golden

( for the grieving)

the sun bursts through the window glass
and pours out molten gold
and for a moment i am lost
in treasures from the long gone past
a pitcher full of memories held
i dallied there drenched in their spell
i drifted in and drifted out
i held them close then let them go
they hesitated turned and smiled
i told them that i loved them so
before i settled back to sleep
but not before i wept a tear
for all my golden yesteryears

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

I'm... getting older. Old enough to feel it some mornings. I'm fortunate to be in OK health... but I'm starting to become aware of the truth of... that not always probably going to be the case. Mortality is starting to feel selfishly painfully real, and the weight of memories is real. If I'm lucky, I've got a few good decades left to make memories, but I'm at the halfway point by any metric. Good years wasted, good years savored... so many good years, and so few. But anyways, nicely done. I understand what it means to grieve, here, and what, as much as one of my years can. Always write, Chris. It is our gift to the world, a little Creation every day in a world spinning down the drain of destruction.

[Chris Shaw]

Poetry has always been a therapy of sorts to me. There have been many losses of family and friends, I don’t forget them, but my focus is on the living. Thank you John.

Chris

[John Sullivan]

We've lost quite a few too, and unfortunately I learned about an old acquaintance of mine last week, who might not be much longer with us. She's... turning venomous, sarcastic. I don't know what to do about that, or say. I'm just gonna try to be there for her how I can. It all gets real, sure enough. But anyways. Your words are a gift to us all.

[Chris Shaw]

If my words are considered a gift, that makes me happy.

[Soren]

As transient as golden light through a window yet as warm memories come and go. A lovely poem Chris that warms the soul set in such wonderful imagery

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Soren for your encouraging words. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Soren]

You are most welcome Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wow, you are so good, Chris.
I imagined my pitcher of memories standing on the table right next to yours.

Do we get refills?

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear j. Memories of my dearly departed, yours are welcome too on the same table. Refills, yes, they will return from time to time to greet the living.

Chris

[Thomas W Case]

Warm and wistful—memory glows bright, then slips through your fingers.
The closing ache hits soft but deep, grief wrapped in golden light.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Thomas. Your thoughts greatly appreciated.

Chris