A Poem by Carol Cashes

Recognize the value of heartache


Forgotten memories

No longer leave scars

Just as a dead ember

No longer chars


Forgotten memories

All pictures gone

The mind a blank canvas

Where nothing is drawn


Forgotten memories

No lyric, no songs

No recollections

Of loves or done-wrongs


Forgotten memories

All colors now grays

Moving through life

With unfocused gaze


Forgotten memories

No scent recollection

Can’t smell the roses

On this path, vague direction


Forgotten memories

Sense of touch gone numb

Can’t tell silk from sandpaper

Just an unsettling hum…




As you moan and you weep

Wailing, fists raised to the sky

Take this pain!  It’s too much!

Please!  Just want to die!


Memories not forgotten

Bear witness to life

No memory is all darkness

Even one heavy with strife


Memories not forgotten

All senses complete

Even funerals have flowers

Bright colors scented sweet


Memories not forgotten

Evidenced by scars

Both within and without

They write our memoirs.














© 2017 Carol Cashes

Author's Note

Carol Cashes
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Wonderful thing when poems simply “”arrive”...usually those are ones that come from the heart and are the best ones! Lovely form, flow, cadence, imagery, metaphor, repetition, rhyme and contemplative theme. Great style and impact dividing the poem into two moods- first verse musing and second verse moving us. Yes, Our memories are our scars and also our stories, our rites of passage. Beautifully written! Love this Carol.

Posted 1 Week Ago

This is truly wonderful! While reading the first half, I was reminded of my father, in the final stage of Alzheimer's. His memories are mostly gone, and the few that remain seem to be faded and garbled. Your words expressed that so eloquently.

Then I reched the second half, and I felt color, sound, and smells overwhelm the patinas of gray the first half had laid over my imagination. I was reminded of a conversation I had recently, about not hiding scars, because, rather than disfiguring the body, they write a story on it. A person with no scars, inside or out, has missed out on living, somehow. Not all scars are bad; two of mine record stories of my sons' births. Others tell of saving my life.

Your rhythm is pleasantly lyrical, carrying the poem forward. Your rhymes are cunningly wrought. Your imagery is delightful. I'm impressed!

Posted 1 Week Ago

Scarring is just your psyche's way of noting, this one has particular meaning.
An excellent piece of work!

Posted 1 Week Ago

'even funerals have flowers'
great line, I think. The last two stanzas were what felt the most powerful to me. Memories leave scars and so much more... Nicely penned, my friend :)

Posted 1 Week Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Week Ago

First post in a while and slammed this out this morning...feels like a "Polar Bear" swim!
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Added on November 10, 2017
Last Updated on November 10, 2017
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Carol Cashes
Carol Cashes

Biloxi, MS

I'm very cynical, jaded, just this side of bitter and the only reason I haven't crossed that line is a good man loves me. I am extremely empathetic, but seldom sympathetic. I can be a ferociously lo.. more..


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