Different Memories
Red roses
Different shades of scarlet
Darker and richer of taste and colour
Pour in the glass
Drink by the hour
Burned lungs
Bring out the fire
Taste of bitterness
sweeter than sour
Savour the moment
By the minute the moments reaches further
Beyond the feeling of greatness
Surrounded by thick nature
Greater goods
Doesn’t come much cheaper
Empty pockets
Money doesn’t need ya
Just stand and watch
As the world becomes deeper
Open grounds
Spaced routes
Crowded places
Empty boots
Leading to wherever
You want to
Take me where the rivers meet
Below the moonlight
Where stars shine brighter
Not even the darkness can confine
Where nothing can bind me
Open air
Let me escape
Open these skies
Pour down the rain
I’ve never felt more awake
I’ve never felt more alive
Feel the wind blowing whispers in my ear
Stories to be told
To tell is to share
Memories to be forgotten
Life is to live
And death is the beginning
To a new soul
A hearts rebirth
A new symphony
Let the place rhythm take control
To let go of the pain and the hurt
Let me breathe
For I shall live
Let me see
What’s on this very earth?
What’s so special?
Take it apart
Piece by piece
A glowing ember
Lighting up the space
A space of thundering lights blooming endlessly
Explore the skies
Beneath the ground
You would be surprised
What’s brought and found
Highlights in pictures
Playing sound in ears
Closed my eyes
And soon I disappear
Back in the bright colours
The sun shining bright
someone get me out of here
Take me in the darkness
Where I see the city lights
Take me to the tallest building
Where I can find my home
Take me above the clouds
So I see the distant I’ve known
To become
Where the lights should have shown
Northern lights
Hovering above me
I see it dancing
Through the glass of wine
Like an ocean
Ocean untangling from vines
Trying to break free
But swaying so softly
Capture the frame
Paint its beauty
On the canvas
Engraved in my memories
Memories to be forgotten
Take another picture
But the camera seems broken
Broken handle and Damaged lens
Strong vision clears my head
Take me away were I feel to breathe again
Somewhere I’ve never been before
But want to go back again
A place away from the sorrows
A place I can call my own
A place that is neither taken nor borrowed
A place that we can both share
A place is a place that all seems fair
Memories to be made but not to lose
If it’s the place that we have a care
See the view
Breathtaking view
Take a breathe
You thought that this was nothing
See how it seems beautiful
Natural beauty
Nothing to conceal
No make up to show
Simpleness to reveal
Take in what you see
Things change
But not those memories
Memories not to fade
If we can make some more
Take me away somewhere deeper
Somewhere dense
Where the forests can hide the distant
Brings me in closer
Closer in to the unknown
Like how a tide can pull you in
Push you out further
The ocean stretches beyond the limit
Until it drags you in deeper
Out of shallow ends
The clear blue sea
Like your eyes
So transparent
Is all that I can see
Clear than the sun
Brighter than the stars
The view seems so perfect
Like it’s a mirage
I’ve been here before
But it’s not been like this before
Its beauty has grown on me
But I want to see
I want to go further
Move on
To different places
Towards the unknown
Take me with you
I go wherever you go
Like oceans
Across the seven seas
Never ending adventure
That never ends when you’re with me
We can if we want
Keep making memories
Not all same but different memories.
Thanks for the comments Penny and Wilhelmina, very much appreciate your advice certainly taken on board!
This reminded me, too, of some drawn-out "rock opera" song from the late 70s or 80s. There doesn't seem (to me) to be a cohesive theme. It's like
ab
bc
cd
de
ef
fg,
where g has nothing to do with a.
A sort of "stream of consciousness" style.
Interesting, but not really my cup of tea.
MUCH better than Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", though. THAT jumped all over the shop!
I find this interesting, but not compelling. There is some striking imagery - and some less striking. There are hints at themes but nothing that I can take hold of; and maybe you intend that. There are places where there seem to be grammatical errors; again, I'm not sure whether these are intentional, to force the reader to think about what, precisely, you are saying.
My impression is that this is like a hybrid of a (very good) pop song, and psychedelia from the 1960s.
My suggestion would be that very careful editing to ensure that words and structure complement each other and that both convey the meaning that you want them to, could turn this into rather a good poem.
In my personal opinion, poetry is an exercise in precision; the sniper's rifle rather than the grenade!
All the best
Penny