A beautifully penned piece of nostalgia. How precious our memories become as we age and lose those we love. Finely written Michael, imagery which comes alive. Very much enjoyed and felt.
Chris
Posted 6 Months Ago
6 Months Ago
Thank you Chris. Being a fan of your work, your praise is appreciated and trusted.MSB
A beautiful reflective moment to look back on some incredible adventures, relics, love, etc.. we don't want to lose them...so we must keep them in our mind's eye and in our hearts...marriage, kids, baseball, it doesn't matter....they are memories for us to glance upon now and then..... NICE!
Warmly, B
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Thanks for reading Betty. Lately I have been writing so much about the past. It seems each poem tr.. read moreThanks for reading Betty. Lately I have been writing so much about the past. It seems each poem triggers more memories, inspires another poem, triggers more memories, etc. I am going to the mountains next week, hopefully I will bring back some material about nature, get out of my rut.
7 Months Ago
i live in the mountains, the Appalachian’s, in NC, beautiful here! Always a pleasure to read you p.. read morei live in the mountains, the Appalachian’s, in NC, beautiful here! Always a pleasure to read you poetry
Warmly, B
Wow. Yes, the years flee so bloody quickly. Nicely worded piece. ~Jim
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Thanks Jim. I rarely write in rhyme; I am not good at it. I find myself choosing second best or thi.. read moreThanks Jim. I rarely write in rhyme; I am not good at it. I find myself choosing second best or third best words just to rhyme and/or stray from my original inspiration. I am pleased you and others had positive thoughts about it.
The lamp flickers, but the light it casts is still warm. Memory is not lost in time, only carried, somewhere unseen, folded between breath and absence.
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
Thank you Frederick. Your words are very meaningful for me; so, so much is indeed to be found “fo.. read moreThank you Frederick. Your words are very meaningful for me; so, so much is indeed to be found “folded between breath and absence.”
8 Months Ago
Most welcome Michael. Glad you like the cooking language there, or even laundry talk. I thought it s.. read moreMost welcome Michael. Glad you like the cooking language there, or even laundry talk. I thought it stirred up a familiar, homey feel. 🙏🏻🕊
"Do the days forget
As they flow forever on"
i especially like those lines ... the personification sticks with me through the read .. interesting change in length of lines in V3 .. it made me stop and take note .. it accents the turn to a real life .. baseball .. memories of nature ... love .. parenthood .. death of parents .. well done says i! you took care with this and it shows .. thanks for sharing!
E.
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
Thanks for reading. That change in line length really bothered me writing this, and still does, but.. read moreThanks for reading. That change in line length really bothered me writing this, and still does, but the baseball imagery was stuck in my head and I didn’t want to abandon it.
8 Months Ago
yes! it gave me pause as well .. glad you kept it .. we just keep trying and exploring .. tho so muc.. read moreyes! it gave me pause as well .. glad you kept it .. we just keep trying and exploring .. tho so much has gone before us, language and creativity allows more new paths than we can imagine :)))
E.
This piece designs quite a meditative space, sun bear. With stanzas laid out neatly for each chapter cataloguing passages of memorable moments, as if each were its own table-setting with its own shaft of light: vivid and resonant. Nostalgia draws the grain in a table I imagine is pine...
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
Thank you Lara, your vivid use of language extends to your reviews; any comments from you are especi.. read moreThank you Lara, your vivid use of language extends to your reviews; any comments from you are especially appreciated.
Once upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more..