Suitcase of Memories

coming to grips

Years flashed by in a furious flurry,

leaves floated aimlessly to find their space. 

Darting to earth to complete the race,

I wondered in my haste … what’s the hurry?

 

The suitcase stuffed with assorted memories

moments we shared and packed to the brim.

The shimmering lights as they fade to dim,

in the distance, a resounding reverie.

 

A reverie that never sought admission

or ever completed the journey to shore. 

Delinquent memories shared nevermore,        

engaged in an uncertain, mystical mission.

 

Tired, weary eyes in that luggage of life,

the nostalgia, sated suitcase in time.

Reflections of our ravine rumpled prime

disturbed what was left through the fading night.

 

Your silver fleece still traces the blue moon

conjures up and loads all that is left.

What remembrances and senses bereft

I see you in my dreams and begin to swoon.

 

The suitcase is full, or nearly so

not much room to discover or explore

Enough perhaps for that one last roar

until, like all living things, I too must go.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jeff Bresee]

Nice. I can relate to this baggage filling journey. Thanks for sharing.

[poetgurl]

Kind of heart tugging really, a suitcase of memories can be a tough load

[Allen Smuckler]

Thanks Lady K ... for reading and commenting. I appreciate your feedback.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The bucket list could be one more really good write before we go... I don't feel like traveling anymore,
this suitcase was a great metaphor...and sooner or later that suitcase stays in the closet gathering dust.
j.

[Allen Smuckler]

Not if I have anything to say about it...prefer not to go the dust to dust metaphor route, if you know what I mean.... but food for thought. Thanks for reading and responding, j. Always appreciated.

[barleygirl]

Your writing feels like it's happy romping thru the complex words & ideas with ease. Nicely dynamic verbs & storytelling (((HUGS)))

[Allen Smuckler]

Thanks barley... for reading and responding. I'm glad you liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend and I agree. I have a suitcase of memories also.
"The suitcase is full, or nearly so
not much room to discover or explore
Enough perhaps for that one last roar
until, like all living things, I too must go"
The above lines. Maybe we must go? Thank you Allen for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Allen Smuckler]

We all have our own baggage, no? And our story to tell. Thanks for reading and offering your feedback. Always welcomed and appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

Always my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderfully expressed. Sometimes our suitcase is far too heavy. I have never travelled light myself. The sentiment here is spot on and the imagery vivid. A good job done Allen.

Chris

[Allen Smuckler]

who does, right ... you know travel light. Thanks for reading and commenting Chris. Your feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

I love how you use masterfully every day objects to convey many things in relationships and, or time. Your phraseology is spot on and powerful. You don't leave a stone unturned. You offer a diagnosis then provide a healing path. Awesome.

[Allen Smuckler]

Thanks Sami... much appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir.