Sweet Faded Memory

The power of lost memories...

 

The scent of poppy haunts my drear-numbed sense,

Be-casting with ill dreams my weary brain,

And veiling my sick heart with indolence

That madly throbs and draws upon me pain.

As though of some black poison I have drunk,

My eyes are blurred by shawls of nothingness,

And like night’s cloven clouds, my soul has sunk

Into the ocean of still quietness.

My ear now rings with some faint voice, unheard,

Wrung with the tuneless melody of shame,

And, oh, my seedless heart is some chained bird

Who craves to fly but deems constraint the same.

    I yearn to fly away, but cannot free

    Myself from this most stiff infirmity:

        The binding force of wistful dream and faded memory…

Reviews

[Blue]

Off this goes to my library! This is beautiful, you know, and I can relate to every word. I shal look forward to your RRs.

[MsJewel]

It is those memories that keep us warm on a cold night, that keep our hearts from breaking...

beautiful poetry my friend and as always a delight to read you!

:) Julie

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you. :)

[MsJewel]

My pleasure

[Tate Morgan]

Sounds like a drug induced feeling of serenity I can go with that

[Gleb Zavlanov]

:D. Thanks for the review.

[Tate Morgan]

you are welcome it is taking me some time to become accustomed to your writing it is so different from my own

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Everyone has their own styles. :)

[Tate Morgan]

i agree that is why they are interesting to me

[Sapphire Naylor]

This is a wonderful poem. I love the way the words flow into one another. Well written :)
Sapphire

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Giggling Star]

Your ability to craft words together is way beyond me. This is what I think of when I think poetry. Loved it.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much. Much appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

Fading memeories can be the sweet binding force in our minds when we need to tune to the past and remember the faintest voices and imagery...A great write ...:).............

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for the review and analysis. When writing this I actually had something else in mind: sweet memories are indeed sweet but when they are gone and there's no one you love, then these memories can become the most painful and constraining of all things. Thanks, though.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................

[Ahena MK]

good read... nice
ahena :)

[Solilokiss]

Pi don't know if it's just me today but is brought tears to my eyes. How pure and honest and poetic your words flow. Well done, Gleb. Reading this is appreciated.

[Pryde Foltz]

There is a Victorian touch to your writing that transmits very well to present day. Another wonderful write.

[Baby Ricochet]

This'll seem weird to you but this poem made me think about Afghanistan. The first line about "the poppy haunts my drear-numbed sense." In the summer time we saw poppy fields when we went on mobile (that's motorized patrols. The territory we were covering was far to huge for foot patrols) Afghanistan was a miserable, bombed out shell of a country and our deployment there was painfully boring and depressing.
Most of the lines of this poem would cover my emotional state for the whole time I was there. Great Job Gleb.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thanks. I can conclude from this review that you're a soldier. I am honored that we have brave souls like you serve and protect our country.