Memory the cruelest reward


A fly in honey on warm buttered bread

Memory's burns with the sting of raw flesh

Tenderest words with rose thorns said

Burrs in lotion chafe then refresh


Rainbow thoughts of rotting shrouds

Dreams burst in past glory's tomb

dancing with glistening gossamer clouds

devouring dusty shadows of doom


Lost an infant's time faded smile

Love's delicate embryonic perfume

Saccharin's aftertaste of bile

in mists of the past thistles bloom

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  • Teddy.15

    I once new someone who ate all the peanuts on the table but her gran had sucked the chocolate off first. LoL ah your imagery, I'm not a fan of flies nor in my honey sweet and sour all rolled into one. 🤣 Gorgeous poetry. 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Teddy as always I appreciate your read and kind comments. Have a great day.

    • orchidee

      Good write SB.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Orchi I thought for sure you would say that this title applied to KP.

        • orchidee

          Boohoo, yes it does, now you say it! lol.

        • Bella Shepard

          Painful memories always seem to overshadow the happy ones, how perverse. And yet the reason is there in our brain, how can you fight that. The imagery of this poem is painful yet compelling, even the font you've chosen seems to bring an added dimension. Extreordinary write!

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much Bella your encouraging words are most appreciated friend.

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