My shoes trudged along the slick
linoleum, as my legs dragged lazily...
Or I ran down the hall, the soles of my shoes
slapping the tiles angrily.
The flickering of incandescent bulbs,
in need of rewiring, momentarily
catch my attention... or I never notice them
and pass beneath them oblivious.
She was in room number 200...
or whatever number I feel like
making up at the moment.
The memory fades out,
like static on an old t.v.
Or, I change the station, and I pretend
to see something that wasn't there.
Flash forward a moment, or several,
time is irrelevant in patchwork memories.
The seconds drag on for days, or wash
away in an instant, like a corroded shoreline.
I stand beside her, she smiles.
And embraces me softly.
Or she doesn't, I can't picture her face-
unless I lie to myself.
I can picture her lunch tray.
and I can picture the oatmeal
cookie on the tray.
She gives it to me.
~~~
I can't remember much.
But every oatmeal
cookie I have ever had,
reminds me of her.
Author notes
leave criticism for revision plz
A contest entry
- PROSE AND FREEWRITES by Catie Sheeran.
3000 points, ended August 17, 25 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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awesome.
this is so different from any poem i've ever read.
this is a poem by someone who's found ( and uses) their true voice. love it. may i please add you to my favorites?
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this is really, really creative and i can totally see the imagery used with your poetic device, great topic too, it is odd what triggers memories like this, in this instant, an oatmeal cookie...well done, i totally enjoyed this and was taken into this poem from beginning to end...congrats on the gold.
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Congradulations on the well deserves gold. I know that's a "form" responce, but i really mean it. This took me back to my school days where i have eaten bread for lunch cause it was free. I learned to love bread and sugar, sandwiches.
Thanks for taking me down that sidewalk again.
Joe
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i agree with catie, this is awesome....great snapshot...I don't have any memories that aren't a little foggy and it is refreshing to hear that, that is normal lol
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OMG! this is exactly what I was looking for! I love your honesty in this. How you say you don't remember everything, just certain details.
this is the "SNAPSHOT" I am talking about. Nobody remembers every detail and every word of a conversation. I hate that they just pretend to know. This is a real memory! Nothing flashy or wild...just something very simple but so meaningful to you...well done!
So much talent too. Write a book or something!
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