As you grow older, you have a lot of memories. These are some poems about memories. The first was written when I started writing these verses I call poetry. The second was more recent. You can see the difference. The first was inspired by Walt Whitman.
From thoughts that constantly ramble inside me, From sounds of the creek as it flows through the hills. From visions of light as sun shines through the leaves, From tints of redness in the hair of the sky.
From awakenings of sensitivities deep, From feelings of sadness that slowly have faded, I sing and I dance and refoice in their strumming, The music created by togetherness bundling, Pulses and prods and pushes my heartbeat, The drumbeat that surges the blood of my youth.
A remembrance of you.
Time can go awry, Moving backward, Decades at a time.
Set off like a rifle's report, Triggered by a single sight or some passing thought.
A feeling tugs, Memories flood, Emotions overwhelm.