Guardian of Memories

Three Rhyming Quatrains in an a~b~a~b, c~d~c~d, e~f~e~f, with a Rhyming Couplet envoi. I wrote this thinking that we are the Guardians of our memories... To share or not to share with others.

Guardian of Memories

Kaleidoscope colours crisscrossing skies;

wakeful kisses ~ dreams clung-to purest trust.

 Through heavenly clouds glowing sun surprise;

 divine thoughts still near, so full of shared lust.

Hugs became a song of deepest true love;

 still caressed by warmth, naked bodies knew ...

Grand serenades soar from angels above;

shared moments now one, forever so true.

 Time, but a guardian of memories ... 

fleeting quickly, as soft sea breezes rest.

 Sparkling, silver depths of blessed destinies …

always, recalling passion's words expressed.

  Blissful moments shared, entwined in love's arms;

 lost in memories of sweet tempting charms.

  

~.⏱.~

Author's Note

If you happen to read my words i would appreciate it if you would take the time to review. I always review what I read...

Reviews

[Soren]

What I took for a very romantic poem upon first reading I saw as something deeper an expression of existentialism and one's opening to one's own harmony and passion for nature itself. I loved the stanza
" Time, but a guardian of memories ...
fleeting quickly, as soft sea breezes rest.
Sparkling, silver depths of blessed destinies …
always, recalling passion's words expressed."
Beautiful Lisa.

[Lisasview]

Interesting... we are on the computer reviewing at the same time... I think about that... as I review and get reviews back from all over the world... and I think...What are they doing, where are they, etc.
I for one am sitting in my art room at the computer with thoughts of completing a poem I started awhile back. I know my husband Bob will be home soon from the gym and we will eat lunch, most likely the veggie soup I made this morning..
It is 1:32 and cool with clouds today...
Thank you so much for your review,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Soren]

Yes Lisa, I am sitting in a country house in Brazil but soon will be returning to Florida thinking the same about those that review my scribbles.

[Lisasview]

I have been to Brazil... Are you from there?
L

[Soren]

No but am a legal resident and have been going there for the past 50 years

[Lisasview]

Now that is very interesting...
Lisa

[Miss Sharon]

( Time, but a guardian of memories ... fleeting quickly, as soft sea breezes rest. Sparkling, silver depths of blessed destinies … always, recalling passion's words expressed.) What beautiful poetry my friend! Your words caress my spirit. ~Sharon

[Lisasview]

Wow, what a lovely thing to say about my words dear Miss Sharon!!
I really appreciate it...read moreWow, what a lovely thing to say about my words dear Miss Sharon!!
I really appreciate it...
Lisa, still in Spain

[Paris Hlad]

Hey, Lisa.

Sorry it's taken awhile for me to get your poem.

The subject matter of the "sacred dust" is definitely the most difficult and often the most beautiful to contemplate - At least for me. In the case of this poem, you seem to refer to a husband or romantic partner. It is amazing to me that when we are led down a path of true sorrow, we are every time overwhelmed by its beauty. The young (and dying) John Keats was right about this, and you have (beautifully) exemplified the maxim: Beauty is truth, truth beauty / That is all you know on earth / And all you need to know.

[Lisasview]

How nice to hear from you,
I am sort of in and out of writing as I broke my clavicle, right side, and I am forced to type with one finger on my left hand.
You mentioned that you read several of my poems but I only see the one from Miles Apart and this one.. I enjoy getting reviews as they often inspire me to write more..
Also, I am a bit confused.. Your Avatar is Paris Hlad...but I see your name is Eugene??? Then there was another name at the top of one of your poems I read....
Lisa, still in Spain

[Lisasview]

I just realised hat I neglected to thank you for insightful review...so appreciated.and I agree...read moreI just realised hat I neglected to thank you for insightful review...so appreciated.and I agree...
Lisa

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Time, but a guardian of memories ...
fleeting quickly, as soft sea breezes rest.
Sparkling, silver depths of blessed destinies …
always, recalling passion's words expressed."
Tender, beautiful, graceful lines dear Lisa...amazing form and rhyme. Sensual, wonderful imagery , flow, alliteration and emotion. Yes.."we are the Guardians of our memories"- so insightful and wise. Loved this write my friend.

[Lisasview]

Yes, Often think about memories... For example if we share a memory, then the person we shared it with has that memories...but of course no matter what it is not exactly the same...
Lisa

[emmajoygreen]

I also like to read and share, Lisa! What would we do without time, time to think, feel and cherish, Have noticed before how you use space - the must be time too, surely - to expland your conceptions of your theme. This sonnet is something else: has shape, form, emotion and a kind of beauty that is.. kind. Than you for sharing it with me and so many others ...

[Lisasview]

Thank you Emmajoy for you kind review.
Lisa

[Sami Khalil]

I think you are writing timeless poems worthy and true to forms.
Nothing like expanding the horizon and treading new paths.

[Lisasview]

Wow, Sami, what a very wonderful thing to say.
I really enjoyed writing this poem...
Thank you so much,
Lisa

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! You are welcome Lisa of ancient Spain.

[Lisasview]

So funny...

[Sami Khalil]

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[Perdition]

You know I"ve actually reviewed this three times now and erased it each time, as I got tripped up in the form...something about the form of poetry that leaves me like that cat with a fresh collar and I get somewhat jumpy in poetic form. The last two stanzas have me floored...that much I know. Lovely but so dying to have this conversation about what makes a poem into poetry...and I don't think that this is the time. But let's have that conversation someday soon...Thanks~

[Lisasview]

Thank you for reading my little poem so many times.
Would love to be able to sit around and have actual discussions about what makes a poem poetry. That would be amazing.
Lisa

[Perdition]

Reminds me of my days in the Village Park of New York where we sat with cherries in a hat and passed it around...whoever held the hat had to stand up and instantly recite a poem..talk about pressure. Although after you earned your cherry you got to pick the next poor victim ...But what a wonderful round table some days till four am and beyond. For me, a poem becomes poetry when there s a moment you cannot recover from. It wills you into an undercurrent from where you wish to drown. Perhaps we'll make our own roundtable someday..have to give it some thought. Smiles!

[Lisasview]

Oh my I am so envious of your group that recited poetry!! Were these their own poems?
I never had any connection with other poets until last year when I decided to post a poem of mine. First time ever. Although I had been writing for years I never shared my poems with anyone. I have never had any schooling in writing.
And, I really never read any poetry. Except for a child’s book of poetry…
I believe that what makes a poem good poetry is a combination of several this all ending up in evoking an emotional stir in the reader.
Lisa, in Spain

[Perdition]

This is back some twenty or so years ago when I read in New York and San Fransico ...and a few other places but yes I was extremely lucky to be a part of a wonderful gathering of artists in New York and so forth though that hat deal was actually an impromptu moment when we had gone to a reading in Soho and made our way to the Village. You had to create a poem at the drop of a hat so to speak and if you blew it ...no cherries which were really good..hahaha. I was fortunate enough to have a teacher for a mother so she had me reading Milton all the way through Og Mandino and beyond when I was a kid...well even today I pick up random poets to read Ted Kooser is my latest favorite...some friends who have published and other Laureats of course. Some English as I've adored Shakespear since I was ten? All my books are tattered from the reading but they're still with me. I like your definition. Thanks and always time to find a poet. We'd need a one-on-one round table sorta format for this and I prefer it in person and unfortunately, we've gone all computers these days. Ah well...perhaps when I make it to Europe we can have that cherry hat contest...be well and go to a bookstore and pick up Neruda or whomever you wish... second-hand stores are always the best. Waves from America~

[Pete]

time is an ingredient and protector of memories. they are ours to be thought of in our own way. there is an assuring peace and serenity tucked into this piece. such beautiful, emotive words and feeling. wonderful accompanying image. terrific write. poetry at its finest ... :)

[Lisasview]

You are always so kind in your reviews to me Pete!!
I sit here working on my newest poem..actually, a Ballad. First try at this and it is not easy. Glad to read your review as it inspires me to find the right words.
Thank you,
Lisa

[William Michael Reeves]

You probably weren't intending this, but the alliteration in this poem made my brain happy. Time as a guardian of memories is an excellent idea. And if we share the memories do they then become stronger? Eternal? I want to believe so. There is an interesting juxtaposition of erotic thoughts and angelic ideas in this poem too. I'm glad you shared!

[Lisasview]

Good morning Michael,
You have truly connected with my thoughts. Exactly what I hoped to share in my Guardian of Memories.
Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my words Michael.
Lisa, still dark outside at 7:30am

[andrew mitchell]

Beautiful poetry Lisa. You can tell on reading who are the talented poets.

[Lisasview]

Wow Andrew, what a wonderful thing to say! Of course hearing this makes me inspired to write more.
Early morning with a full pink sun rise in Spain,
Lisa