Those memories, times I’m sure we’ll never forget
Those feelings we can’t put aside
For what we had, sometimes I tried to understand
But it’s so heavy on the mind
The Commodores / Still
I watch a golden leaf fall
Autumn’s glory starting to call
And I’m trapped in the past, a moment set
The heart stops the clock time has met
Those memories, times I’m sure we’ll never forget
It all comes flooding anew in my heart
As though Time itself had not ripped us apart
Memories from when we lain astride
Each whisper, each touch freshly decried
Those feelings we can’t put aside
We weren’t perfect, but each grew stronger
I didn’t expect forever, but certainly longer
Only to have it gone at Fates command
These things I came to learn first-hand
For what we had, sometimes I tried to understand
Oh what I would give to have time slip
And once more have the taste of your lips
The Fates are almost never so kind
And with the moment gone I continue my daily grind
But it’s so heavy on the mind
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Using a modified glosa for a poetic rendering of a moment relived in time.
Raivenne-lations 
Excellent form! Those memories – we do have to continue on that daily grind, regardless. So much longing expressed in this – so vividly expresses loss, pain, loneliness….
“It all comes flooding anew in my heart
As though Time itself had not ripped us apart”
Some memories are so strong, so vivid, so much alive.
Oh Still.. a song of long ago..
so true.. sadness grows
heArt so still..
so Real..
spiRit hEars
eXpresSing
paiN.. whaT
gRows lonG..
sTill
groWs
pAin
and Love..:)
Cool to start off with a song lyric, then slide into a tight glosa. They say hindsight is always 20/20; perhaps, but as we reflect on any of the regret or sadness in our life, it is hard to elude the hard edge of remorse. I like your lines /memories from when we lain astride/each whisper, each touch freshly decried/those feelings we can’t put aside/.
I watch a golden leaf fall
Autumn’s glory starting to call
And I’m trapped in the past, a moment set
The heart stops the clock time has met
Those memories, times I’m sure we’ll never forget
I loved this stanza the most… This is probably the most exquisite poem I have ever read!!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I really like it.. You certainly could wrap up melancholy into something beautiful.
Sigh. This really takes me back
That Commodore line had me clapping. I swooned at the rest. Love just out of grasp is always the love we remember isn’t it? Darn it! 😉
What a lovely glosa ~ I like how you weaved the lines into your sad love experience ~ But that is Fate, and so our journey continues on ~
Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~
beautiful writing and form.
Great job on the form and I could feel the longing and sadness. Loved the Commodores reference too, that song always brings a tear to my eye. Thanks.
Fate can be so harsh. You tell of a tale so common I’m afraid…love lost, gone too soon, and all that’s left are those heart-stomping memories. You told it so well too.
Memories — both good and bad — can be powerful things. You’ve captured the moment of remembering quite beautifully. Peace, Linda
There are some memories that stay with us forever, and sometimes the heaviness can almost be overwhelming as one reflects on what MIGHT have been.
You paint a picture of reminiscence and a bit of melancholy which is so appropriate to the change of seasons from summer to winter. Lovely poetry.
The Commodores put so much feeling into that song…and you take it further, beyond the beautiful..how our hearts break and mend again.
Your rhyming really works in this poem. Always on my mind, the power of song to evoke memories.
Speaks to my heart
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