Memoirs

Memoirs

A Poem by Carol Cashes
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Recognize the value of heartache

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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…

 

So…..

 

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


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this reminds me of me in so many ways I have a lovely defect tho that staves the repeat button a bit in that my cracked bunny brain has some memory issues so I hear the whispers of bad memories of pain and joys too, but they lose the vivid technicolor. This in me draws out the feel of things much more as I have always had this problem other elements of my mind are evoked in my processing interactions. the rhythm and rhyme of this write is lovely as is the flow and cadence and the subject matter and overall feel of this write is lovely. if i were a betting man I would say you are truly an empathetic personality and I would also say this subject with which you write is an ever flowing battle of balance tween the self and the entanglements

Posted 11 Months Ago


Your poem perfectly describes my journey . . . starting out young, I would dwell on s**t, almost as if I was addicted to that heart stab . . . then I learned to block it all out & not feel anything anymore . . . and then finally in old age, I've learned to embrace it, pain and all. Wouldn't Take Nothing For My Journey Now (as Maya Angelou brilliantly entitled one of her books).

Posted 11 Months Ago


Stunning perception. Very clean flow and a true point. I relate.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Have you ever wondered if there are great stories Memories still hiding in the depths of your brain?

Posted 1 Year Ago


Your words true and honest.
"Memories not forgotten
Evidenced by scars
Both within and without
They write our memoirs."
Memories, blessing and scars upon skin and heart. Thank you Carol for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Beautitful poem, I enjoyed the simplicity and beauty of it! Pain is a good thing, but sometimes I wish all my pain would go away c:

Posted 1 Year Ago


I like the way you related the forgotten and not forgotten memories. Amazing imagery!

Posted 2 Years Ago


oh...i like this a lot...the turn is surprising and full of life lived ..easy rhythm and rhyming ... creative original approach to forgotten memories .. nice!
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


I really like this poem. It says that pain is our friend. Pain lets us know we are alive! Pain warns us when we are injured and reminds us not to do that again. And pain is certainly better than feeling numb and knowing nothing at all...not life or injury or mistake. But I'm certain there are millions out there who disagree. There are so many addicts out there seeking ever day just to keep pain away...they began by running from the pain and never cease until they find the grave. It's sad really because pain truly is a good thing. I like the quote from Patrick Swayzee's character, Dalton, in Roadhouse, "Pain don't hurt." And it doesn't really. Pain just makes us aware of the hurt...kudos on this write. I enjoyed.

Posted 2 Years Ago


I like to call it 'the baggage we carry.....where ever it came from it is good...Moving through life With unfocused gaze great line

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Carol Cashes
Carol Cashes

Biloxi, MS



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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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