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
Deborah Horton Writing 
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.
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
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
Sep 26, 2010 @ 05:39:31
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment 🙂
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!
Sep 23, 2010 @ 16:27:11
Thank you for stopping by 🙂 I appreciate it!
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! 🙂
Sep 22, 2010 @ 18:56:58
Thank you so much for reading 🙂
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!
Sep 22, 2010 @ 18:25:18
Thanks very much….I’m glad you liked it and I’m glad you stopped by to read.
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.
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.
Sep 22, 2010 @ 15:59:05
Loved the last line! It wrapped-up the poem very well.
Sep 22, 2010 @ 18:23:54
Thank you for reading, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
Sep 22, 2010 @ 11:11:00
beautiful flow,
love the running water, so breath taking!
Sep 22, 2010 @ 11:50:20
Thank you and thank you for reading 🙂
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!
Sep 22, 2010 @ 07:43:40
Thank you my friend and thank you for reading 🙂