Tag Archives: memories

Chrysanthemums

Supermarket aisles.
Plastic smiles
And chrysanthemums I bought
As they brought
To mind
My grandfather’s garden, and hours
Spent amongst the scent
Of flowers.
Yet I find
But little scent
In these doctored blooms.

A Confusion Over Socks

A confusion over socks.
She laughs.
Their paths
Did Converge for a time

His memory unlocks
And she, and her socks
Are bound in a rhyme.

Rain And Sky

I remember well
The hut.
The rain fell
But
I swear
That I was content there.

Alone I was
Because
I wished it to be so.
I know
The rain and sky
For it is I.

A strange boy was I.
My heart
Given to rain and sky,
Standing aloof from the loud
Crowd
In my hut.
But
Half wishing to be part
Of those who were children as I
Yet knew not of rain and sky.

The Hall

The cold rain does fall.
I recall
We stood in the shelter
Of the old hall.

Helter skelter
The years whirl by.
Now I
Sit alone
In my home
Thinking on the cold rain
And the old hall that will remain
When I also make my way
Into those woods where we were wont to play.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speke_Hall

I Remember You Still

I remember you still.
How the heat
Did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still.

I remember you still.
How you did desire
The electric fire
In my bedroom,
And soon
The heat
Did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still

I remember you still.
How you bought that dress
To impress
And fulfil my desire.
The fire
Removed the outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still.

I remember you still.
Your head
On the bed
And us warm from the heat
That did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still …

Memory

Our memory is like a garden, where we spend many hours
Watering fragrant flowers.
Yet sometimes we succeed
In fertilising a weed.
Indeed
We take a perverse delight in watching it grow
Much though
We deny that it is so!

Let not the weed
Seed
Say I,
But learn from it, then let it die,
For if it’s growth you do not control
It will succeed
And choke your soul.