37/108: memories

photo-1428699190791-2c4f8b144d06Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.Guy de Maupassant

Full Blog Series @ The Joyful Path

Advertisements

suddenly (a borrowed book)

book google wikimediaI remembered
while turning the pages

you
had
borrowed
this
book.

I wondered
while turning the pages

What parts
were your favorite; which words
made you linger?
What pages rested on your bed,
atop your sheets,
as you drifted to sleep
at night?

I remembered
while turning the pages

you
had
touched
this
book.

 

Written by Jennifer A. Fifield
Image from Google (Wikimedia Commons)

here

I was so in love
with you,
here;
I drifted to sleep
with you
in my thoughts,
here;
I longed for your hands
on me,
here;
I wondered how passionate
your kiss might be,
here;
I daydreamed of sleeping
and waking with you,
here;
I imagined us loving
one another,
here;
I dreamt of our times
that could be,
here;
I still miss you,
here.

 

By Jennifer A. Fifield

through the window

Young lady reading the book in the hammock on tropical beach at sunsetthis memory
breezing through the window
of salty food sizzling on a grill
takes me away from the book I read
from the city I now sleep in
from the cars, cars, cars driving by
from the skyline through dusty blinds

this smell
drops me into summer
and makes me forget
what month it really is

this trance
breezing through the window
reminiscent of resting lazily in itchy grass
of dizzying wine beneath bright skies
of a beach life and a sandy floor
of stiff hair from ocean frolicking
of longing for the day to stay

this smell
of salty food sizzling on a grill
distracted a contented mind
into fevered discontent

 

Jennifer A. Fifield

Image: Bigstockphoto