I remember stealing a glimpse to look at you,
to see your sun-bleached brown hair,
your blue shimmering eyes that
lit up your young radiant face.
Your gentle smile portrayed
a sweet-tempered spirit
that always characterized you.
Looking at you today, you're as beautiful
as that indelibly edged memory,
that eternity on end I will remember
as my body withers and my mind fails,
I bear witness to your beauty.
God's gift to a frail man like me.
Memories are not enough to
reflect, time has no measure,
space has no limit to think of you.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These are memories of my wife when we were very young in Puerto Rico.
- Category: Love
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GRACIAS RR ~ Beautiful tribute to the wife of your youth. Love y poetic structure and subject ! Memories are indeed made of this ! Your Frind BRIAN
Just beautiful—really—beginning to end, but I particularly like these lines ......
"as that indelibly edged memory,
that eternity on end I will remember
as my body withers and my mind fails,
I bear witness to your beauty."
Speaking of minds failing ... I wrote this today...
Darkness All I See
What’s left of my remembrance,
now all that stokes the fire
What embered in the springtime,
the winter does conspire
To douse not once but then again,
that spark which set me free
My wood all burnt with forest bare,
—and darkness all I see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt, your poems call for pondering, for more thought--to grasp the complicated feelings in them.
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