W3 – A Memory Poem

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Purging a memory to some may seem pleasant
For myself then, why choose to descend
Into the abyss of unforgotten encounters
My recollections are not so numerous
Hidden away in a chest of old words
Taken out briefly like some potent herbs
That flavor too strongly my dreams or wishes
Ending up in too saporous dishes
Enjoyed for the minute and regretted later
Easing too easily into the cater
Of lamentation, sorrow or grief
The words’ impact cause no relief
But disrupt the present norm
One it is too late to reform
I won’t take the time or the chance
To relive those moments of a wished loving dance
It is too painful, hard to accept
In ways of love, completely inept
Romance expected and never lived
Notions of what I wanted to give
Words stored in the chest I didn’t receive
Only in dreams now conceived— I don’t want to open that book, but let him look.

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W3 Prompt #84: Wea’ve Written Weekly

9 thoughts on “W3 – A Memory Poem

  1. In ways of love, completely inept
    Romance expected and never lived
    Notions of what I wanted to give
    Words stored in the chest I didn’t receive

    Wow, Cheryl… That’s really raw… beautifully written.

    Much love,
    David

    P.S. please don’t forget about Mister Linky!

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  2. Cheryl, I failed to find this in Mr. Linky. Oh, oh! Please add it there so others can see and give it more love, dear. Thanks for participating. Happy Holidays.

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