The Past, Passed #2

Cherry

By drkevin

Wed, 04 May 2022
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It's strange the things that are remembered.

The arbitrary slice of a mind dismembered.

I always loathed the slippery prune.

Never got around to reading 'Lorna Doone'.

The fizzy pop of dandelion and burdock.

A greasy heel in the well holed sock.

Sizzling smells of fried bread.

A reluctant awareness of all things dead.

Sugar sarnies and lots of barnies.

Endless cold and cheese with mold.

A young life lost.

For future cost.

Certificate 12
Poem
Philosophy
Biography
Nature
Other Fiction
Miscellaneous
Love
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Enigmatic. The memories of sugar sarnies and holey socks and mouldy cheese. Which decade. Fifties, Thatcher's eighties, today's austerity...

Lorna Doone and dandelion with Burdock suggest a country youth.

Carver Doone the thwarted lover 'If I can't have you then no one will...'

Memories of innocence or of guilt?

There's a lot to this poem kevin.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

This rang lots of bells for me, too :0) And rhyming prune with Doone is great, how did you think of that?

 

Submitted by drkevin on

Thanks very much for your comments. Whether memories are weirdly random or unconsciously significant has always interested me. 

Thanks also to those who have restored my connection to the site. I would have missed it.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I had never even thought that there may be a subconcious reason!

It must have been terrible not being able to post, so glad you can now