Benevolent Memories

19 Sep

I have enough memories from the past to last me for the rest of my life. My bountiful memory will not bury them from which they were born.  A small country church, a chorus of crows; the splashing sounds of the brook running through the Birch trees. The wind caressing the colossal row of Oaks in the field.

Death, a road away from the weathered house of worship, followed by black feathered angels. No longer will the water beneath the Birch cool, nor will the winds surrounding the Oaks embrace flesh.  The rocker on the porch is stilled, no hand waves goodbye. In a cobwebbed corner of the room, the sun shines through a cloudy window, as the image of tattered curtains dance in a nearby mirror. Childhood is dead.







“Our past is the map we followed into the future!” eajm


Posted by on September 19, 2015 in Poetry


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4 responses to “Benevolent Memories

  1. artandmoondreams

    September 20, 2015 at 12:16 am

    The images your words paint and the emotional eloquence are beautiful. Love this piece.


  2. luckyjc007

    September 20, 2015 at 2:45 am

    Very nice. And I love the quote. 🙂


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