"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Bloom of Flashbacks

Dark walnut skin
and a moon split smile
bring Jamaica back to me.

Time stamped in my memory
are moments of joy filled
with the music of your voice.

You are mist filled mountains
in a tropical world so foreign
to the concrete dust I breathe.

Untethered from my electronic world
my thoughts walk with you
on flower lined paths of peace.

We are forgotten names blooming
in a photo album of flashbacks…
reunited when sunlight turns its pages.


©Susie Clevenger 2014




11 comments :

Robert Bourne said...

beautiful write Susan...you created a wonderful scene... and I like the cutting of electronic ties... :)

Fireblossom said...

That's a sweet ending, Susie, and it suits the soft mood of your poem perfectly.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Wonderful memories and expressed so sun-fully in these lines.

TALON said...

So lovely! This brought back memories of my trip to Jamaica when my hubby and I were just engaged - so many eons ago now. It was an amazing time. :)

grapeling said...

you take us with you, Susie ~

ed pilolla said...

the first graph was so rich and luxurious, and the sunshine brought it all together in the end so warmly.

Helen said...

Flashbacks in poetry form are the best!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is truly glorious.

grapeling said...

going unplugged - and leafing thru a photo album - both relics of an earlier age, yes? ~

Herotomost said...

Ahhhh Jamaica....I met some really neat people in Jamaica as well, plus it was the place I proposed to my wife who had slipped and fallen the day before and she had two black eyes!!! this is stunning and feels like Jamaica. I had such at odd feelings while driving though the countryside to our destination, but overall a really good trip. Great job Susie and thanks for writing for the prompt.

manicddaily said...

Ah, super pretty poem, Susie -- the sunlight turning the pages is just lovely. k.

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