Memories

We sift through sand at times
Fingers looking for grains that either won’t slip
Or else
For grains that we need to see fall away
But days from now
…Weeks from now
… …Years from now
On days where we look back at beaches where we feared to swim
And talk of days we never dared to dream
We remember moons on cloudy nights
And suns when storms are at their worst
We see the sharpened edges dull
And the imperfect moments honed
Until they are so sharp
The only thing they can do is cut
So much nostalgia
…Rose-colored glasses
Memories of lipstick where lips never lived
And words never breathed
But memory is like that
We hold on to the things we want to keep
And we let the other things fall away
So what we’re left with is an
Imperfect r
ecollection
Of imperfect events
Like putting a pretty frame
Around a lonely picture
With burnt edges
Hiding the places that hurt
Saving the ones that didn’t
Keeping the grains
And forsaking the hourglass
Looking so lovingly at those hazy mirrors
For the reflections that never really were
And hoping to see them again
Because that’s what memories are
The hoping for yesterday
In a world filled with nothing but tomorrows


I don’t normally do free-verse. If you follow me, you know this. Anywho…here’s a free-verse poem because…reasons… 

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11 thoughts on “Memories

  1. This is first poem I’ve read of yours and you say you DON’T do free-verse?
    Really?
    Wow, because this is a really smooth and lovely piece!
    Do free-verse my friend, you’ve got the talent and dexterity.
    “Memories of lipstick where lips never lived.”
    “Imperfect recollection
    Of imperfect events
    Like putting a pretty frame
    Around a lonely picture”
    Ah such a good piece!
    I LOVED IT 💜

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  2. Christopher. You know I love your rhymes, for both their beauty and their form, and I would never want you to stop doing those…. but, this, this is incredible, like a smooth and satisfying drink, sipped slowly while reflecting on… life. I love these lines:

    “Memories of lipstick where lips never lived”
    And:
    ‪”The hoping for yesterday
In a world filled with nothing but tomorrows‬”

    I don’t think I’m being biased to say this is breathtaking and beautiful 💛

    The hoping for yesterday
In a world filled with nothing but tomorrows‬

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  3. I love it! Free verses can be tedious to read… too often the monologue turns into a tirade on unconnected things. I love passionate rants as long as they stay cohesive and pointed with a laser like focus on the hurting pulse. But I personally find that very few people are able to do that. I, for one, am not very good at it. Both of your free verses held my attention to the end. They both packed a punch.

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