I remember

I remember another day - laid discretely in the PAST

dust swept under the mat, its corners neatened,

PAIN prevented  

we had watched leaves fall - gold, bronze - in true 

metallic LINGERING 

grey squirrel's tail, buffed full, had cheered then 

leaped from here to there, THEN back again 

its pirouette flew to a blackbird's song, his opus to 

DAWN 

large stones laid a dam, stream STILLED - a duet of rays

lit the moment

water voles swept away old grass from their door - off

away to the breeze,  A NEW baptism

across the SKY the famed Artist highlighted the day's

coming bounty 

breathing BECAME easier, smiles began to shine, grannies

said their 'Hail Marys' 

children loudly awoke, cats mewed milky whiskers, dogs

barked their incontinence - kettle sang SWEET

and the day's tomorrow knew that MOMENTS pass on

memories we never truly forget

some may curl the dew upon bare feet, some may yawn

waking new-born, quite a few will BREATHE IN

or start up their coughing, jump from bed or just SIT

thanking the day for ANOTHER CHANCE

Reviews

[Vol]

Joy,
What a feast! Almost like a private banquet set for dining alone with a quiet savoring of this multitude of tastes and textures. Discrete memories of sorrow, or tragedy tidied up and put in their place. The image of nature herself etching the moments onto precious metals while time continues in the oblivious play of squirrels and in an opus of a bird's song to frame the imagery of continued life where succor is in its essence. The treasure you discover there,
“A NEW baptism
across the SKY the famed Artist highlighted the day's
coming bounty
 
breathing BECAME easier, smiles began to shine, grannies

said their 'Hail Marys'”

You have once again proved that poetry works to fix everything, and cures the chaos.
Vol

[emmajoygreen]

i wasn't at all sure about my phrasing and punctuation for the above. Consequently, am very grateful for your kindness, Vol. Curing the chaos can come to a tragic end when attempting to do something more than.. May the stars light your sleep, their nightly farewell drift you to peace plus - that in turn gift you a bonny bright Saturday, sir.

[Vol]

Joy...
Ha, you've given me a reason to dance in the streets on the morrow...Pretty awesome street it is, too... Rt. 66...
Vol xx

[Vol]

When I think of your cottage, I can almost see the flowers grow under your feet...

[Thomas W Case]

You swept pain under the rug but let the morning breathe anyway—life leaking back in through squirrels, kettles, and prayer.
Feels like an old soul remembering that even after hurt, the day still shows up and asks us to live it. 🌅

[Neville]

I wonder how many each day thank the stars for another chance .. quite a few I subsequently imagine .. N

[emmajoygreen]

So many people think what they imagine is true, N. Since spending that brief time in the desert, feeling as well as seeing a sky of stars, gave me an insight into something real - thus, believable.

[emmajoygreen]

OOps, closed my eyes, saw the stars and.. forgot to thank you for your generous review.

[Einstein Noodle]

nice closing, Em! memories slip in and out of our spaces continually, it seems. quieting is like herding cats .. again .. totally relate to your closing ... was there just this morning :)
Hugs my friend,
E.
ps. i put the upper case words together .. Past lingering then dawn, Stilled new sky became sweet moments, Breathe in ... Another chance. pretty clever Ms. Em

[emmajoygreen]

Smiling 'good morning' into your world, sir. Most of us need to breathe in and deeply now and again. Two hours awake and a quick lady-dog walk in the rain is enough to wake Spring as soon as soon!
Pass lingering then dawn etc. - yes! Top of the class for you , sir Noodle. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

love ya Em! :)

[Stella Armour]

words unsaid , sometimes silence says them for you ...

[emmajoygreen]

I'm learning that, Stella, and must try to remember how.. many thank yous.

[Archishman Rick]

As you remember and pen these moments from the discrete chambers of your mind, they appear to flow in vivid imagery with a simplistic yet esoteric feel in the overall ambience. The banned lyrics played sweetly seem to indicate the expression of the unique thoughts and perceptions of each beholder of this eventful sequence, which constitute the merrily conjured mindscapes of getaway land. And perhaps it's a relief to them that mind readers don't come by often heh.
Best wishes and regards.

[emmajoygreen]

Oh I know but rarely understand the pain of mind readers! As you say, it is a relief that they don 't come by often. Your review is quite something, sir.. must study and learn. Plus, sincere apologies for such a belated thank you.

[Archishman Rick]

No worries friend, no need to be too apologetic and formal. It was my pleasure reading and reviewing you. We can't always keep track of every unturned stone. You're welcome and thank you for your response. :))

[Nima.Hope]

I'm full of emotions when I'm writing this. I remembered my uncle who died 3 years ago when I was imagining your descriptions, the nature,dam and stones...
We used to go swimming in a river near the mountains, the sight was almost exactly like the picture you put here. What a grace it was to remember him, now "I remember" too dear Emma, the colorful yet sometimes grey past....
Thank you so much for sharing your words my fellow poet.
Nima

[emmajoygreen]

We need share the strange joy of memories, to say little or nothing can or could wipe out a person's
once upon a time.. how tragic that is, M any thanks , my f r i ed have a g litch. so rrrrry

[duff]

Its great writing.
"its corners neatened,
pain prevented "
I like that line.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for those kind words, sir. :)

[Lorry]

A beautiful thought indeed. Worth the remembering for rememberings sake and written with a feel of an almost sigh, almost slipping through the banned lyrics.
Reminiscent to all those reminiscences we collect, almost written on the breeze, like an invisible journal of the mind.
(Ooh! If I can stop that last sentence sounding a bit too twilight zone'ish, I might even use that in my next writable)
Maybe I will, if I can get that twilight zone theme out my head! 😊

[emmajoygreen]

Here's hoping you get rid of that twilight zone theme out of your head/ If you need any natural remedies, have a few on a list that begins, white white vinegar, bicarb and washing up liquid - Second thoughts, perhaps not. :) .

[Lorry]

🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔😊

[emmajoygreen]

You tried it!!!!

[E.P. Robles]

The given passage portrays a nostalgic reflection on a past memory. You describe a day that is now discreetly tucked away in the past, evoking a sense of hidden or forgotten significance. The initial lines suggest that certain aspects of the memory have been concealed or suppressed, represented by the dust being swept under the mat and the pain being prevented. This implies that there may be some emotional or painful elements associated with this memory.

The scene then transitions to a serene autumn setting, where you and another person observed leaves falling in vibrant colors of gold and bronze. The description of the leaves as "true metallic lingering" adds a touch of poetic beauty to the imagery, emphasizing the sensory experience of witnessing the changing season.

The introduction of a grey squirrel with a full, buffed tail injects a lively and playful element into the scene. The squirrel's acrobatic movements, as it jumps here and there, contribute to the overall sense of vitality and natural beauty. The squirrel's pirouette coincides with a blackbird's song, creating a harmonious atmosphere and suggesting a seamless connection between different elements of nature.

The mention of "large stones laid a dam" implies the presence of a stream or watercourse. The stones seem to have stilled the flow of the stream, creating a temporary moment of tranquility. This stillness is further accentuated by the "duet of rays" that illuminate the scene, suggesting a harmonious interplay between light and water.

The passage culminates in an intimate moment between you and your companion, as lips play sweetly. The use of the word "banned" in relation to the lyrics suggests that the exchange of verbal expression is restricted or prohibited, perhaps indicating a lack of freedom or inhibition in communicating emotions openly. However, the reference to "mind readers" hints at a deeper connection between you and your companion, suggesting that unspoken thoughts and feelings are mutually understood.

Overall, this passage captures a wistful recollection of a past day, with vivid descriptions of nature, hidden emotions, and a sense of intimacy that transcends verbal communication. It combines elements of beauty, nostalgia, and restrained emotion, inviting the reader to reflect on the complexities of human connection and the power of unspoken understanding. I might add: very spooky for me. I have had the exact same experience.

[emmajoygreen]

What a truly considered interpretation you have honoured my poem. In fact you discovered, uncovered, what I tried hard to suggest with my quite simple wording. Many thank yous for giving your time and thoughts. Take care, keep safe. .

[E.P. Robles]

Poets unearth the whispers of time, resurrecting fossil words from their hallowed tombs.

[E.P. Robles]

Peace to you brilliant wordsmith!

[emmajoygreen]

Oh my goodness - thank you. A gift freely given!.