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 something’d 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
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Comments3
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
I enjoyed both poems, arobot. Well penned!
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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