What was...

If a memory could be painted

On a backdrop of time;

If a moment could be captured

And cherished like gold.

 

The colors would be carefully

Blended and applied;

The instant treasured and

Guarded by sword.

 

This journey through life

What an insidious thing.

To know that our time

Here is perpetually spent.

 

Mistakes we have made

The comedy of errors;

Repeat themselves until

The lesson is learned.

 

My love is tender;

A precious memory now.

The moments are gone,

My heart mourns its departure.

 

S

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

I find myself always thinking the same word 'beautiful' You paint wonderful pictures with your well placed words. Now why can't Aspiring find a way to write short and touching. She has to ramble forever it seems to come near how beautifully your words always flow. Enjoy your cup of coffee my friend. LOL

Hugs,
Lesa

[emmajoy]

This is finely constructed with a flow of sweet words that really touch the heart and mind. What you've written is so true, life is the biggest learning curve of all and the thousands of memories make us into the people we are, the people we become.

' Mistakes we have made / The comedy of errors; / Repeat themselves until / The lesson is learned. /

Who knows, maybe the mistakes are the fun side of life, maybe that's why we repeat them.. then, when all the lessons are learned, we turn our faces to the world and the adventure's over.

This is quite simply put, neither overlong nor itty-bitty words: it's such a thought provoking post. Thank you for sharing it.

[verano]

I like what you are doing with the themes of memory and time here, these two elements with which you begin and end the poem. There is also an interesting and somewhat paradoxical feeling about time here as well, revealed in the contrast between the 'moment' and the eternal ["to know that our time here is perpetually spent"].

[jen]

i like this and the feeling that we are the painters of our own life portrait... all of us have flaws and imperfections, yet there are portions of the portraits that are brilliant in their own way.. all unique and all just as valuable .. well done

[Li Li]

Such a mellow piece..... sad, yet very truthful. You put forth an actual view... verses an insight. If that makes any sense. ;O}

You have an elegance when you write. Reminds me of a time when poetry was a form of language.

Very touching, beautiful.

[Regis Auffray]

I can relate and understand the theme that you have expressed via your verses. I also appreciate the flow created by the regular rhythm. I am "in tune" with this kind of poetry. Love and peace,

Regis

[Paza]

How beautiful this poem is! I love the thought that the memories are so precious as to be guarded by sword...I have so many now that I wish I had guarded more carefully...they have dimmed with time and I reach for them, often in vain. When all is said and done, memories are all that is left to us...what a wonderful piece.

[Leo Gems]

I truly do like this write. It has a wealth of meaning but simply stated. The flow of it is easy and smooth... like the flowing sands through an hour glass. The picture chosen to match the writing complements each other. The message in the writing is clear and we all can identify with it at one point in time or another.

Thoughtful and Truthful ink! :p