Amaretoo Sunrise, Damp Covered
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 38)
copyright 04-07-2008
Age Rating: 10 to 127
There are those triggers,
a word or a sound,
a song or a scent,
that open a portal to the past.
Whether we go reluctantly
or race to the rear
of the "Wardrobe"...
Once submersed
in a subaqueous reverie
drowning in dreams
of "yester-youth"
the moment captures,
captivates and caresses
the soul as it confesses
it never wanted to leave
You MUST know first hand
the paths to this dreamland
the key to unlock
time’s stubborn door
occluding the entrance to remembrance
of a long lost, but ne’er forgotten lover
You found it, I know, just before
replacing that book, no longer dusty
used, abused, fondled, replaced
... "damp covered"
I couldn’t help but to write one in return, lest his words echo and infect my thoughts day long
Once purged, I was free of his poem’s spell and was finally able to return to my never-ending "TO DO" list
And yes, in case you’re wondering, the title of MY poem refers to my reading of his... and figuratively replacing it after shedding a tear or two, much as he did with the book he was reading in his poem. :-)
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First a sadness creeps over my emotions and then cold stare. Thoughts racing around, memories chasing one thought to another. Sadness, cheer and heartbreaks wiggle into my visions, then I think of you! This write is sad, just as the things I had thought of....,but these things also made me who I am today. What does not kill us makes us stronger. Your life, like mine, has not been all wine and roses. We drank some of the wine and found a few pricks.. from the roses, but we are here and we are not leaving this earth for a while(I hope). The triggers are not to be afraid of and either are the memories. It's not , "if you have fallen", It's when and why you get up! We try, we fail, we try , we win and it goes on and on. This made me need to express myself and that is what a great write is all about! I Love You, Anthony
Such a dear compliment, to think that a poem of mine inspired another of such quality, such feeling, just marvellous! Thank you! Now I have to live up to such praise, don't I?
Sometimes that's an effective cathartic, sometimes it isn't--to answer a work with a work, thinking it will exorcise the spirits that invaded your thoughts and wouldn't let them go.
Other times, it's more of a compliment and tribute to a work that was so well-done, that regardless of your struggle to remain free, it continued to hold you tight.
Your "Amarettoo" is equally haunting, and if the reader does you the honor of allowing you to speak to their hearts and souls, they will find a tribute paid, not only to the inspiration for this work, but to themselves as well.
Your journey is a little different--how could it not be? But we are left with the same thoughts--almost. How could they be the same? A journey through Time and Space that, like a Dali canvas, has at least one hidden face that is most dear and will always be reflected.
I wonder if we all have those books? The ones that, out of self-defense, must always stay dusty on the shelf; and those that in spite of ourselves, demand to be returned--"damp-covered?"
Thank you for this sharing, this journey of visions, words, images and sounds. This vision of love. ^^
Photo Comments: Sometimes Wayne writes about the darkness... "Always the darkness". He writes about yester-youth, about bitter sweet memories, about momentary joy in the review of a fleeting memory, and then returning to the darkness. This picture reminds me of his words. In this picture, I see a spent, bent and broken tree... with cold all around... and the sunset submitting to the darkness, where the only life and warmth reside within the tree's history... something others can't even see were they to review his rings. That only reveals his age, but his memories are his and his alone to keep.
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