I can remember
Walking in the rain.
Splashing through the puddles
And getting mud in my hair.
I recall in my mind,
Going swimming in the lake.
Diving to the bottom
Just to prove it's there.
In the black pit of my memories
I remember so many things
From when I was a child.
From the tunnels of my heart
I pull up ancient thoughts
That occurred to me
In my yester years.
I see an empty alley,
With no future at the end.
It disappears into the night
And doesn't return with the dawn.
I hear some simple music playing,
A sad and foreboding tune to ride
The zephyr to my listening ear,
And create an image of who I am.
In the black pit of my memories
I am hoping these things will come to pass,
Before death himself will take my hand.
From the tunnels of my heart
I am hoping a speck of love will gleam
Like a diamond in the dirt.
These things I hope come true,
In my morrowing days.
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Written December 11th, 2003
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ahh remembrances and wishes...the fates of all yesterdays and all tomorrows....great poem...i loved the line about the bottom of the lake hehe....very good write
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i love the image of diving to prove the bottom of a lake exists. dont we all get that urge sometimes and i also love the "diamond in the dirt". did u find that speck of love - in your morrowing days...
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This poem is an interesting contradiction. It starts out with what sound like happy memories and then refers to them as "the black pit of my memories." Also, please IM me and let me know what a zephyr is. The theme of this is good, but the flow is a bit off, and the tone flips around a bit much for my taste. Your imagery is really well done, especially in the last stanza. Overall it's not bad, but it could use a bit of work in my opinion. Then again, poetry is all about interpretation, so maybe what I mean is it's just different from the stuff I write. Well, keep writing, k? Toodles!
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