Sweet Memories Evade Me

My eyes were addicted to falling leaves and sunsets

Manufactured homes and suburban monoliths

My neighbourhood friends

Riding my bike

Being driven down highway roads at night

The scent of the hallways in my elementary school

Cracks in the sidewalk

And optometrist waiting rooms

Going somwhere new on excursion days

My aunt taking me to video game arcades

Finding four leaf clovers and hidden backyard flowers 

Jumping on trampolines and watching cartoons for hours


The faces of my youth

The friends that loved me

Gone from my life

Now a sweet memory

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Life felt beautiful.

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crypticbard's picture

This definitely should be

This definitely should be classed as a sub genre in poetry, where reminiscing and recollecting through journeys sentimental or otherwise. Reminds me of all the memories dredged up while watching Stephen King's "Stand By Me." Curious that the faces and friendships fade but patinaed memories remain. Thanks for sharing.

here is poetry that doesn't always conform

Starward's picture

Being behind . . .way, way

Being behind . . .way, way behind . . . on my reading, I read this beautiful poem, and was awestruck by the first and fifth lines, which spoke to memories from a most memorable summer and autumn in my life, 1976.  I became enamored of fallen leaves and sunsets mostly during my freshman year at college; and the previous summer, driven along some of our very rural township's backroads, om Friday and Saturday nights, to talk on our c.b., with my Beloved driving while I, ever the chatterbox, talked on channel twenty-two.

Thank you for posting this beautiful poem.

Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.


allets's picture

It Merges With Now

and brings that brilliant wonderfulness back to counter balance the serious world we inherited. Not childlike, no. Child wondrous with clearer vision. It was great to be cared for with few responsibilities other than to play and enjoy life 24/6 - Sunday was church all day :D



abg123's picture

Thank you

That was the message I wanted to get across. Being a child made every experience so memorable and impactful. Moments lasted longer and everything was so vivid.


Unfortuntely I had to leave most of the things I grew up with midway through my childhood so I tend to feel a bit nostalgic now and then. I like to remember the people and places I left.

Blackwingedbird's picture

Wonderful memory, thanks for

Wonderful memory, thanks for it!

abg123's picture

It just wanted to articulate

It just wanted to articulate my feelings, thank you for enjoying what I wrote.