red clay memories

red clay memories

A Poem by Marie Harrison
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a poem describing the texture of my memories

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red clay memories
 
in the rugged cracked red clay
earth are my memories
dirt that is so dry
it blows like dust in the wind
when you ball it in your hand
and blow on it
 
my tears flow
glossing over them
 
the water-mixed memories
sink to the bottom
forming deep tepid pools of resource
for my hungry soul when I'm
parched for more
 
 

© 2010 Marie Harrison


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I really liked this poem. Amazingly vivid imagery that you can feel and see. Wonderful words and metaphors. Good flow and rhythm. I love the imagery with the dirt blowing, really beautiful. It has maybe a slight spark of decadence with the dirt imagery, but that's about it, only a slight possible glimpse that you're not even sure you saw. Thanks for entering it in my contest anyway though. Wonderful poem, great job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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That's a really interesting poem… I really like it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow! I find this piece to be very insightful in the sense that with time grows wisdom. Excellent write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


this was very well-written. i have to agree, we all have dwelled on memories, relived them, but have we felt them enough to give them a texture? that's why this one's really unique, and so vivid. i've never read anything like this one. nice!

Posted 10 Years Ago


A great write! Good job!

Posted 10 Years Ago


this is really interesting & creative! It was awesome to read.


Posted 10 Years Ago


You have really reached inside my heart with this one, rendering me uncharacteristically speechless...such beauty.


Posted 10 Years Ago


Very well done Marie

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love the imagery in this poem! Well Done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


very interesting imagery. I enjoyed this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


An interesting look at memories. Like earth it's there and strong, but they're fragile, and when you try to reach to them they can fade. I like the comparison of earth to memory, both are very similar. I agree that the imagery in this is very vivid. Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA



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