Glorious Memories
She has the best and she has the worst
She rifles her memories like digging through an old filing cabinet,
Years and years of precious hours stored within her heart,
The love, the joy, wrapped tightly with the pain and the sorrow,
Buried deeply in the crevasses of her yesterday’s she’ll take apart.
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She wallows in the arms that remind her of the lessons taught,
Searching photographs of those that walked away,
Sifting through the pain of torment and torture,
To find the preciousness she’s searching for here today.
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The hours spent loving in conversations and song,
The treks through complications and raw heartache,
The moments that swell her heart in unimaginable joy,
Until that indelible vessel shattered and aches.
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She smiles at the antics of one she once knew,
A clown to her seriousness on the days she was blue,
A forgotten giggle escapes through her smiling lips,
Reminded of when it was just the two.
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A good morning kiss of pleasure and passion,
Or an early morning caress of sweetly spoken adoration,
Memories that send shivers across her bare skin,
As she flips page after page through her memory collation.
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A weekend vacation of passion and adventure,
Or a night behind closed doors with a tune and a dance,
A scented bath of heated surrender,
A candlelit dinner and forthcoming romance.
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Every precious memory hers for the taking,
She wields the key to a life of extremes,
She’s loved hard and she’s loved forever,
And she’s lived within the ecstasy of most people’s dreams.
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She’s been lucky to experience the best of moments,
Although they didn’t last, she’d not change a thing,
She knows how it feels to be loved thoroughly,
And through all the heartache and pain you can still hear her heart sing.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Colleen, again words from your heart, such words of love, "The moments that swell her heart in unimaginable joy," Thank you, Diane.
My heart hasn't started singing yet. Maybe one day it would. Loved your poem my friend!
Lovely and relatable!!! Loving it!!!
Beautiful piece. Well done
Rhyming your verses..bravo! Have you ever tried to write songs??