the other side

artwork by bariyah25 of wordpress

i reach for the memory 

like a child reaching for candy

but it's always on the other side

the other side of morning

the other side of town

the other side of my heart

it's elusive now...sad to say

like a rose petal falling through slats of a bus bench

impossible to catch

so i get behind the wheel

drive fast to absolutely nowhere

honking the horn

trying to get its attention

but the memory is cagey

so evasive

ah, but the buzz of traffic is a sedative

and while i have no idea how or why

i am suddenly at the edge of a cliff

staring at the other side

and smiling like a fool

Reviews

[Lorry]

Ah, memory. I vaguely recalling when mine wasn't so colander like and I could recite pi to 36 digits. Now, I try to recall it and next thing I'm in the fridge wondering why I'm cutting more apple pie.
It fails us all in the end, but with such a beautiful write as this, it proves the fog lifts and let's us relive those fragments, however briefly.
Great artwork too. Very fitting.

[Lydia Shutter]

Smiling at your review here, Lorry. Thank you so much. Have that Apple Pie! Life is short. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

The thought of a memory becoming elusive, impossible to catch, sounds heartbreaking. I fear it happening to me for I saw it happen to my grandmother. Hopefully, we can all be smiling at the end of a road well traveled. You touch the nuances of life in extraordinary ways, Lydi!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Kelly. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydia... the other side of a rainbow is mystical...
you feel the softness of the colors and the melodies of
bluebirds sing in your heart... then frenzy of present day
sounds come alive and drown the sunbeams that once
lay on the waves of ocean smiles... "gather your rosebuds
while you may"... life is a flash of gold on the shore of dreams.
At the edge of a Clift ... we will look at the other side and
keep memories safe where we abide. truly a fragrant bouquet
of flowers spent. as ever, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much for visiting and leaving your beautiful words, Pat. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

If Bluebirds fly over the Rainbow... why not Butterflies. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

:) Such a lovely thought.

[Robert Trakofler]

this reminds me of when i get a thought of something i want to express but i cant catch it again the blip beeped past my beats breaking the plane of my cracked brain:) I run run run to catch up to it but it is gone sorta like that damn muse so i crumple up the paper and throw it to the ground as a misguided scorn of no consequence cause shes not even in the room LOL:) This is a great expression that you didn't lose O'lydia and i love the feeling you gave me in this imagery

[Robert Trakofler]

oh yeah that artwork is fantastic!!!!

[Lydia Shutter]

So happy you got a lot out of this one, Robert. I love finding artwork to complement my words. Glad you noticed. Lydi*

[Robert Trakofler]

boom i so like this one! came back to it again:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Robert, you are a sweetheart. Thanks again.

[John the Baptist]

''like a rose petal falling through the slats of a bus bench''. One of the most original images I have seen in a long while. Not sure if the poem is symbolic or literal. If it's the latter it sounds like PTSD.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, John. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of staving off dementia....the finish to the thought is always just on the other side...just out of reach....so close, yet so far.
really excellent allegory here...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jacob. I appreciate your review. Lydi**