arobot

Memory Trace

A honeymoon bake

 

That was a rare success, that bake

Creamy inside and golden crust, the cake

Oh the smell,could set a skeleton to reel

Making a surprise hard to conceal

 

Just then he called to ask me out, urgent

Said somethingd arisen, quite emergent

 

It was midnight when I got back, alone

The cake sat there still, well done

But the aroma had cooled, and gone

Everyday during his honeymoon

I was expecting some sudden turn

And watched in misery, mercy, and mirth

Until the cake turned to colorful moulds

As if a glorious dynasty decayed into earth

 

Memory Trace

 

Where do memories reside?

In the eyes, the ears, or somewhere inside?

Some birds are said to migrate magnetized

 feet of old horses lead the teem homebound

People used to relay feelings to the heart

But science locates them in the brain part

Yet my memory clings to my shoe laces

It happened one summer at the beach oasis

Awalking in the evening breeze, Stop,

He held me back and squatted down right

So lovingly To tie my loosed shoelaces tight

How I miss him whenever I see shoelace

That is the way he left in me memory trace

Tide and Time since had erased our footprints

I was left, with dark water around, on A oasis

With that only Memory trace

Comments3

  • Doggerel Dave

    For me your poem had a satisfying structure which drew me in.
    I don't usually go for love thwarted poetry, but yours, rich in imagery, grabbed me, in particular the concept of a memory trace - something so small providing a key to a big memory.

    Dave

  • FredPeyer

    I enjoyed both poems, arobot. Well penned!

  • L. B. Mek

    just Wow! Undeniably brilliant!
    thank you for sharing

    *Everyday during his honeymoon
    I was expecting some sudden turn
    And watched in misery, mercy, and mirth
    Until the cake turned to colorful moulds
    As if a glorious dynasty decayed into earth'

    *'Where do memories reside?
    In the eyes, the ears, or somewhere inside?
    Some birds are said to migrate magnetized
    feet of old horses lead the teem homebound
    People used to relay feelings to the heart
    But science locates them in the brain part
    Yet my memory clings to my shoe laces
    It happened one summer at the beach oasis'

    *'How I miss him whenever I see shoelace
    That is the way he left in me memory trace
    Tide and Time since had erased our footprints
    I was left, with dark water around, on A oasis'



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