All the while I thought I had put it all away

the memories of what was left as they lay

with just one look there they came rushing back again

taking my heart back to remember when

So hard I’ve tried to push away at the edges of my soul

slowly piecing back together the parts to make a whole

and rushing back now overwhelmed unable to make them stop

like raindrops of memory drop by drop by drop

Like a river it overtakes me and I can no longer breathe it seems

invading every thought awake even into my dreams

things I thought were long since gone are back just as real

if I could only find a way to no longer feel

Rushing waters of memory wash over my soul as waves upon the sand

battering on every emotion so hard now just to stand

slowly I push back until the water I no longer feel

left once again to wonder what was and wasn’t real

18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. trisha
    Oct 16, 2010 @ 06:13:17

    every fruit takes its time to ripe. memories too take time to ripe and disengage themselves from the tree.


  2. Jamie Dedes
    Oct 09, 2010 @ 12:07:36

    The rush of emotion beautifully illustrated in poem and photo. Lovely.

    (My first-time visit. Exploring and getting to know you.)

    Jamie Dedes


  3. pete marshall
    Sep 25, 2010 @ 13:59:34

    am late with my reading this week but will never forget…i agree with dustus about the ending….so very well written and thanks for sharing…cheers pete


  4. steveroni
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 19:11:30

    How often I do wonder what is real and what is not? What is love, and what is not? That is the strongest example.

    How simple to say “what is, is. What was, was. And what ain’t…ain’t. But that “wisdom to know the difference” gives a problem some times.

    Thanks you for a good read: One-Shot!


  5. Tony Single
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 18:49:27

    Pushed back the flow for another day. Like a dam that’s ready to break next time, given the right circumstances. The words flowed like the rush of emotions in this piece. Wonderful! 🙂


  6. brian
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 17:39:50

    what a tight close to this wonderful verse…i can feel the flow of emotions right up to that sharp point…nice one shot!


  7. Khakjaan Wessington
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 16:16:05

    The meter is off, which makes the rhymes read off, which really collapses the whole sonic structure. Also, the water seems to be a really arbitrary image; it doesn’t really go anywhere and imo, doesn’t really add anything to the poem. The ending couplet ends us where we started, without really explaining what caused the narrator to feel this way. I know there are those who think that it’s okay when poetry just looks like a jumble of barely coherent words, but I really expect more from poetry; clarity really.


    • Deborah Horton
      Sep 22, 2010 @ 18:24:52

      Thanks for reading – different tastes for different people – this one is not yours. I find poetry, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder or reader. Or writer. Thanks for taking the time to express yourself here on my blog.


  8. tuberider
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 15:59:05

    Loved the last line! It wrapped-up the poem very well.


  9. Jingle
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 11:11:00

    beautiful flow,
    love the running water, so breath taking!


  10. dustus
    Sep 22, 2010 @ 06:24:43

    An onrush of emotions that lead to a fantastic end “left once again to wonder what was and wasn’t real ” Well done, Deb!


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